The Mute Black Sheep of the Dawning Beauty
Written By Rurouni Mori


Ask me why I not hide
And board up ye old home.
Ask me why I not ride
And flee from ye doomed home.

(5) A tale to tell,
A life to sell.
Light to banish
And darkness to brandish.

The darkened clouds
(10) Thick as that wool.
The furious storm clouds
Curled as that Lady's hair.

A young man cast to journey
Find his self racing against Zeus' fury.
(15) Rolling across empty plains,
Battling nature's grassy fangs.

His innocent eyes fallen on it,
A creature of curse.
Such a message was it
(20) Nothing could be worse than Zeus' curse.

The man's eyes met those onyx orbs,
His body stilled.
His breath as silent
As the black creature's broken kiss.

(25) Follow that sheep he did,
For many a mile.
Talk never he did,
For all that while.

Camped after many days was he
(30) On the edge of that cliff.
Exhausted was he
From following that black sheep in bliss.

An' after the Lady's moon slept, at the Lord's awakening.
His light dawned the new day.
(35)The man woke to such a beauty
Shining in the Sun's glorious rays.

A woman of white flesh and horribly black eyes,
Whose curls were softened, like animal wool.
Black lips sealed to tell no lies
(40)And midnight fabrics to caress her figure.

And so awfully beautiful was she,
That speak didn't he.
And from such silence came a song
That she had not sang in so long.

(45) An' to this day the man can see
That goddess - like face with unmoving lips.
To this day the man can hear
That sorrowful melody from full, stilled lips.

So I hide not from this storm,
(50) That;s as thick as the Mute Black Sheep's wool,
That's as awing as Her onyx curls.
But I wait...for the Dawning Beauty's form.


~PLACE~
Written By: Rurouni Mori

There exists a river
of sadness.
Its first beginnings
a trickle, a simple flow.
Further down its being,
its currents rush strong.
It threatens to suck you in,
pull you,
eat you,
consume you.
Lost now, you flow with
it unseeing but know
At anytime, help may
come, that there is
a chance,
a hope,
a will.
But time passes quickly.
Suddenly the river falls
and all is laid out before
you in the final moment
of
clarity.
There exists an ocean.
It is the products of
mankind,
the harmful chemicals-
Wastes.
Twisting within it,
you fight,
cry,
or surrender.
And it is a wonder how
many though one end or
begin here.
The trickling river is
easy to follow,
Much like the Fool.
Hidden behind the grain
is the boulder,
the bump,
the root.
Understand there is
never always a way out.
Understand there is
always never a way out.
Swim or die...
Die or dream...
Learn, grow, become.
This is what it is,
it cannot be changed.
Coexist and move forth.
Make what you can
of it all.
There exists a beach
of
Everything and Nothing.
The gate,
the break.
Standing on its sandy
fortunes.
The pleasure winds
sing.
Set forth once more,
challenge destiny.
Yet the world is
round
And rounded we
travel.
There exists a river
of sadness.
Faced again.
Familiar.
Know that in after rounds,
Our second and many births,
That we stand not alone,
but allied,
friended,
bonded.
No longer the river
of sadness.
There exists the river
of life.
There exists the ocean
of humanity.
There exists the beach
of change.
There exists world.