Never shall I ever pluck flowers <br />again from the Elysian Fields, <br />or water with my tears the roots <br />of ivorylike white daffodils, <br />growing freely on the gardens of <br />my counscience! <br /> <br />The water from the Lethe <br />lingers in the fountain of my <br />existence; my love, due to you <br />I am willing to forget myself, <br />my dream, my past and present.. <br />I shall follow you! <br /> <br />I have forsaken all I once had; <br />the burden of time pressing <br />against my mind, the allure of <br />the quills in exchange for love.. <br />I gave up the crown of immortality <br />To embrace the twist of my fatality.<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elysian-fields/
