Metal Monday XXVII - Hades

8/22/2016

HADES

AT THE END OF THE TRAIL WHERE BIRDS NO LONGER SING, WHERE TIME SEEMS TO STAND STILL, HE'S SEARCHING FOR A WAY OUT. HE'S LOST IN A MAZE OF SHADOWS AND SORROW, WHERE EVERY SHAPES REMINDS HIM OF HER LOVE. SHE FEEDS THE CROWD, SHE DRAWS DOWN CROWS, SHE LEADS OUR HEART. AT THE END OF THE TRAIL WHERE BIRDS NO LONGER SING, WHERE TIME SEEMS TO STAND STILL, HE'S WEARING A WHITE SHROUD, SPEAKING IN A DEAD TONGUE. STARING AT THE SKY, EYES WIDE OPEN. HE'S THE ONE WHO REVEALS, THE MIGHTY EMPEROR. THE SUN WON'T SHINE ANYMORE. SHE FEEDS THE CROWD, SHE DRAWS DOWN CROWS. [SHE LEADS OUR HEART] AT THE END OF THE TRAIL WHERE BIRDS NO LONGER SING, HE'S WAITING FOR YOU.

(Lyrics sourced from http://www.whenicarusfalls.com/about.php?cat=1)

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)