Aratta-Kingdom Posted May 14, 2008 Report Share Posted May 14, 2008 Rising from ocean, billows uncontrolled, With heavy flux and reflux, beating high, Towered up like mountains, roaring terribly; The wild storm blew with wind gusts manifold— A mad, tempestuous race Through endless, boundless space. “Halt!” cried the aged wizard, brush in hand, To the excited elements; and lo! Obedient to the voice of genius, now The dark waves, in the tempest’s fury grand, Upon the canvas, see! Stand still eternally! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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