Above me glides the moon, Ixchel Below, my throat a shattered bell My lineage? Briar’s twisted cope Each branch a child who chose the rope Hear now the thorn-song, serpent-spell The lullaby we dread to tell The noose now blooms where once love clung The ghosts: The fruit of my cursed tongue The serpents come, my rightful heirs To kiss my cheeks with venom’s tears They writhe in rhymes I taught them well In love we dig our own damned hell The owls alone decode the cry That grinds the stars to mourning sigh This wild lament that rends the night Is not a blade… but burial rite Older than the first grave’s thaw The dirge that gods forged into Law It hums the note that ends all song The mother lives… the child gone The requiem before the scream The wound outlives the narrow seam The love that gnaws its own cruel chain The howl that always was her name
Taken from Ember's Ashes by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/FreYGTNDwbg
Buy from the believers, let the sellers take their prize, Turn the wheel and watch our little economy arise. Token in the market, token coming home again, Bee buzzing round the flowers, making honey out of change. I'm not just watching numbers climbing on a screen, I'm building up a marketplace around a living dream. Give the early holders somewhere they can cash their faith, Then buy a little back and put the pieces back in place.
Learning to trade on MintMe, Placing sell orders for my token, Snapping up the deals quick as a bee, Watching all the market candles smoking. I buy my tokens back when holders want to sell, Put a little value back into the hands that helped me build so well. They backed the dream early, now the dream can pay them back, Money makes another circuit when it doesn't leave the track. I don't want to sell the whole kingdom just to watch it disappear, I keep a strong majority so the steering wheel stays here. Build the thing, defend the thing, let the little market grow, Nobody gets to wreck the value just because they want control.
As found in "Ember's Ashes" by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/LtiJX0KFZdw
"Building worlds where myth lives in, Making the old, into the new again. Tapping, tapping without even a pen– A witful mind, I would call thy friend." https://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXshttps://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXs
The day has brought its journey The night has brought us home The darkness soothes the tired eyes Time for to burn a cone. A harbour on the voyage The ship tied up at last. But ready to cast off At the dawning light's first blast! We sail into the labile sea The neon shores glow gleamily We spread the sails of imagery And mindscapes everlastingly https://youtu.be/gptY07e4KPA
