Noah mocks us now, two by two is how we fell.
Would the Order remember our sacrifice? Our blood?
They sent us here to dig for their secrets.
The flames told the story of our betrayal clearly.

Nostalgic relief washes over me.
I could smell the ancient wood burning.
How we had succeeded in our defeat!
Oh! How the Order had failed us.

My coffee grew cold in the night air,
His hand on mine, we had danced.
Alone in the dark I stood.
His burning flesh seared into my memory.

A great epic was lost, a divine search,
Failed.  My manly fighting
had Failed him that night.
His soul danced, clouded by smoke to heaven or hell.

Orpheus turned his head with longing towards Euphrates.
As I reached the end of the tunnel I turned to see Orpheus,
Weeping on his knees fallen in despair.
It was too late, James.

Tent engulfed, pairs destroyed.
Noah’s bow burning, carbon dating thwarted
by smoke and ash. His death seemingly
older then the ark. Can the Jews repay me his life?

In this smoked filled room my trousers catch flame,
my coffee is reheated.
Ardently James catches my falling hand and
leads me to our secret dance.


-------
De quoi est mort votre dernier esclave?

*Makes secret dance sounds*

Sorry... that wasn't very intellectual of me.

That's such a pretty poem. What's it from?

Edit: Whoa... Wasn't payin attention to what I was typing.

(Edited by xxjustpeachyxx at 1:34 pm on Feb. 16, 2006)

-------
Watch your broken dreams dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon.

---

*Dances secretly*  

*Makes secret dance sounds*

Sorry... that wasn't very intellectual of me.

That's such a pretty poem. What's it from?

Edit: Whoa... Wasn't payin attention to what I was typing.

(Edited by xxjustpeachyxx at 1:34 pm on Feb. 16, 2006)

---

In the song, Get down tonight, we are told to "make a little love", and to "do a little dance", and furthermore, "Get down tonight"

Therefore, I propose that these lyrics become the new 'secret code' of the intellectuals.

Bravo, Cookies.

-------
Come to the Darkside. We have cookies.
DATS NOT HER IN DA PIC.
Don't click me!

---

Ha. That was quite a laugh. In accordance to livewire regulations, my original post must be more verbose, therefore, my new post reads as follows:

In the song, Get down tonight, we are told to "make a little love", and to "do a little dance", and furthermore, "Get down tonight"

Therefore, I propose that these lyrics become the new 'secret code' of the intellectuals.  

Bravo, Cookies.

---