Albion

*get a bowl and a fork and helps themselves *

The Time of Albion
~Stanley Oguh~

Here comes the birth of a
new dawn,
a time when every hopes
can be look up.
A moment of divine
transformation,
that will change the destiny
of our generation.
A generation of great
attribute,
where the fate of the world
will be accepted without
dispute.
A generation of people with
good character,
whose theme will be ' THEY
LIVED HAPPY EVER AFTER '.
A time when sound of war
will be forgotten,
and where every sins will
be forgiven.
A time of divine &
everlasting peace,
were our joy and happiness
will not be on lease.
A world full of happy
citizen,
with enermous blessings
from heaven.
A time when evil will be
erradicated,
and every single good deed
will be counted.
A time full of brotherly love,
from people who are as
gentle as a dove.
A realm of unity amongs
nations,
where people will have to
live without segregation.
A time when people are
shown care,
where they won't have to
live their lives with fear.
A time when there will be a
chance of a rebirth,
without walking through
the path of death.
A time of equal rainfall and
sunshine,
when every darkness will
be outshine.
A generation of people
connected by a single
bond,
and euthesastic of a
peaceful world beyound.
A time of heavenly bliss,
when every thing will not
be done amiss.
A time when everybody will
be seen as one,
when the battle for good
will have been won.
It is only through the
acceptance of God,
that this extraordinary
generation can be applaud.
Through the repentance
from our sins,
that's only when this
amazing time can be seen.
If only we can trust and
love God with our heart,
our hope for this unique
world will not be torn apart.
For he alone can put this
world in the palm of our
hand,
and give ur a reassured and
a peace of mind.

The Haunted Palace
~Edgar Allan Poe~

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow
(This—all this—was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting,
Porphyrogene!
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh—but smile no more.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither.
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament
And the bitter weather
Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer.
Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winters rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.
In his masters step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.