Skyclad. Any line from Skyclad is pure lyrical genius.
Unstoppable force and immovable object,
Repel one another when by chance colliding.
The Brownian motion within this love potion,
Ensures our opinions are always divided.
I am from Mars, my dear
You hail from Venus
A meeting star-crossed
Like the Sun and the Moon.
Destined to let this cruel world come between us,
Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.
A rose that is built
out of music by moonlight;
petals stained ruby with nightingale blood.
Cast down in disgust
to be crushed by a cart-wheel,
because of mere trivia misunderstood.
We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,
each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.
Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,
that looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray.
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
Blunt-bladed fate
deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory. - Skyclad, 'You Lost My Memory'.
