Belated Flourish is an original piece, inspired by the works of German Neue Deutsche Härte band, Rammstein. Title art is by Erymnys.
Listen to Belated Flourish by Richard Charles Stevens (Hysteria Remix)
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It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was beauty in the beast that waded deep the river running
There was little indiscreet about the silence of the trees
As they entitled me to breathe free of succumbing
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was relevance to nature
Famed to keep the river running
There was little unforeseen
Through eyes that whispered of the trees
As they enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
The silence of the trees bespeak the secrets of the timeless deep
…
In the absence of a mind maligned by idle ideas unbecoming
Found myself a theory for each sweet sensation prior numbing
Wires were strewn
Some red
Some blue
My veins were bled
My skin soaked through
I sang a hymn to quell the pangs
And rang the bell that felt most true
Flowers my pale bones poked through
In open ode to hopeful bloom
My gaze bespoke
The ages strewn
Through meadow haze
To fête resumed
(Faith resumed)
In the greater scheme of narrative
I died to break the seal to where the habits live
My fears were uninhabited
My favour multifaceted
For every single breath
Attested heartbeat left to haggle with
Should something wicked this way come
Then I would swiftly bang the drum
Drown out sound of compound bound
To crown behaviour more profound
Take straight razor to my pains
And bleed each vein through art
Weave the braid of same eyes seen
Through mane of each braveheart redeemed
To beat within
Entitled keep
Defiant in reclining breeze
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was beauty in the beast that waded deep the river running
There was little indiscreet about the silence of the trees
As they entitled me to breathe free of succumbing
…
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was relevance to nature
Famed to keep the river running
There was little unforeseen
Through eyes that whispered of the trees
As they enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
In the absence of a mind maligned by idle ideas unbecoming
Found myself a theory for each sweet sensation prior numbing
Wires were strewn
Some red
Some blue
My veins were bled
My skin soaked through
I sang a hymn to quell the pangs
And rang the bell that felt most true
Flowers my pale bones poked through
In open ode to hopeful bloom
My gaze bespoke
The ages strewn
Through meadow haze
To fête resumed
In the greater scheme of narrative
I died to break the seal to where the habits live
My fears were uninhabited
My favour multifaceted
For every single breath
Attested heartbeat left to haggle with
Should something wicked this way come
Then I would swiftly bang the drum
Drown out sound of compound bound
To crown behaviour more profound
Take straight razor to my pains
And bleed each vein through art
Weave the braid of same eyes seen
Through mane of each braveheart redeemed
To beat within
Entitled keep
Defiant in reclining breeze
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was relevance to nature
Famed to keep the river running
There was little unforeseen
Through eyes that whispered of the trees
As they enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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