Achaean News
Expression
Written by: Sir Lucifer, The Mythos of Hades
Date: Tuesday, July 31st, 2001
Addressed to: Darkchild Anathema, the Lady of Venom
When I met you there was only one thing on my mind,
I wanted to know you, to be with you, and leave my old life behind.
You gave me a feeling beyond comprehension,
So wonderful indeed, that it's beyond expression.
I could look for a word within a sentence, a book, or a language,
But never would I find one worthy to explain it.
This feeling, yes, that which is unexplainable by words,
Despite all of its glory, it's awe and splendor too,
This feeling simply pales when in comparison to you.
Though I can't explain it I can tell you what it is,
It's that feeling that you get when you give someone a kiss.
It's as wonderful as anything, and it's a gift from above,
Yes since everything here rhymes, you know that it is love.
There was a time you told me, be it a rose or a mutton,
Either of which was fine as a gift to become your husband.
So hear me now, listen well,
I want to be with you, through heaven and perhaps hell,
to that awful day, when sounds for us, the toll of The Bell.
Sweet as roses, beauty so divine,
Anathema, Anathema, won't you please be mine?
With Love,
Mythos
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 283 AF.
Expression
Written by: Sir Lucifer, The Mythos of Hades
Date: Tuesday, July 31st, 2001
Addressed to: Darkchild Anathema, the Lady of Venom
When I met you there was only one thing on my mind,
I wanted to know you, to be with you, and leave my old life behind.
You gave me a feeling beyond comprehension,
So wonderful indeed, that it's beyond expression.
I could look for a word within a sentence, a book, or a language,
But never would I find one worthy to explain it.
This feeling, yes, that which is unexplainable by words,
Despite all of its glory, it's awe and splendor too,
This feeling simply pales when in comparison to you.
Though I can't explain it I can tell you what it is,
It's that feeling that you get when you give someone a kiss.
It's as wonderful as anything, and it's a gift from above,
Yes since everything here rhymes, you know that it is love.
There was a time you told me, be it a rose or a mutton,
Either of which was fine as a gift to become your husband.
So hear me now, listen well,
I want to be with you, through heaven and perhaps hell,
to that awful day, when sounds for us, the toll of The Bell.
Sweet as roses, beauty so divine,
Anathema, Anathema, won't you please be mine?
With Love,
Mythos
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 283 AF.