Slaves of circumstance are we
Knowledge and reasoning form chains
Golden wheat doth grow from grains
Spreading pollen is the bee
In this life where science doth reigns
No room left for common think
Minds full to their very brink
Too full of its own reasoning
To listen for the birds singing
Cut thought with your razor, Occam!
And let loose feelings from their dam.
There is no need to know
Where departing souls go
Why hummingbirds tweet
Why honey be sweet
Why peace abreast the dove
Or stars shine bright above
The calm mind is free
Do not think, just be
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A Collection of Gothic Short Stories.
Short StoryThis is in progress!!! These are a collection of Gothic short stories I wrote in my free time. They are heavily inspired by the Romanticism movement of the 19th century and author such as Mary Shelley. Nothing in here is final so let me know if you...
