Io's Demesne

Poetry

Poetry

This is some magnetic fridge poetry I put together some years ago:

	Rusted shadows lie chained in
	The black garden of the void.
	A diamond light shines out
	Through elaborate apparatus.
	The repulsive whisper of Eternity
	Asks when the rusty sky
	Must boil away in a bloody mist.

	A thousand suns chant together
	In frantic symphony.
	Delerious with raw power
	I live only for a stormy death
	Near the moment of Time's fall.

and this is some ad lib poetry I threw together on IRC recently:

	Gold - too expensive, glitterati are wanting.
	Cold - so intrusive, icy.
	Gold - shiny, but lures.
	Ice - slippery, but fragile.
	Drowned we are in material essence.

	Luxury - a necessity for the earning classes
	Gold - the aspiring mass it
	Luxury - not a requirement for the masses
	Gold - the needy don't need it.
	Materialism - essentially un-necessary