francesfree

"Death to the Oracles, Gypsies of Light Who see through blindness of man and his infinite night Through the lies of the Fates and their wriggling tales And hear oncoming days through time's shrieks and wails Death to the Sorcerers, Gypsies of Force Who weave fire from breath and sing winds off their course Who lift Earth from it's patterns and craft boisterous rain And trap stars in their palms, and suck suns in their veins Death to the Mothers, the Gypsies of Life Child's Deus Ex Machina, the hunting man's wife The bearer of Futures, the giver of Souls Who find shadows of crisis and swallow them whole Death to the monsters shrieking in th