Scribbles found in a Margin

[Variol Farseer]

Between the light of purposed action
and the darkness of the deed,
a shadow falls. All life is faction:
man and master, fat and lean,
mother’s love and daughter’s need,
ungrateful as the worm affection
bred. A shadow falls between
a poet’s lips and ears that heed.

But, O my love, I would be constant
if no shadow lay on me.
Shall the sun grow cold and distant?
Not until a shadow falls
from earth to sky, and night must be.
Between the endless and the instant,
earthly hearts build high their walls,
and I, enslaved, must wander free.

By fickle lust my troth is riven:
Concupiscence is evergreen.
Between the gates of earth and heaven,
all my passions go astray.
The yeast, once needful, now obscene,
devours the loaf till all is leaven.
I ask you still to share my day
until a shadow falls between.

[The Laughing Man]

[Loredoctor]

That is excellent, VF.

[The Laughing Man]

[sgt.null]

excellent VF! and i am jealous ofyou for the title.

[Variol Farseer]

Thank you all!

[Avatar]

I like it too.

--A