The man in the dark forest got up from the fireplace,
The fire who protected him was now gone,
He was back in the hard woods.
A dragon of ashes roared,
Its breath was purple corruption and temptation,
But even if exhausted,
The dishonoured warrior,
The warrior with no worth of living,
Took his sword and with the rage of God
He climbed to the head of the enormous beast
And cut its head down,
Burning the demon ashes to nothingness
With the insatiable flames of love and rage of his heart.
To quote a poet called Dylan Thomas, who lived from 1914 to 1953:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Desperate Witness of a Risen Dead
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