Labyrinth - An adaptation of "London" by William Blake
Disclaimer - I do not own Labyrinth or any of Blake's poems.
A/N - OK, here's another little poem. I thought it might be quite appropriate, had Willliam Blake ever set foot in the Labyrinth or at least seen the movie.
I wander thro' each charter'd passage,
Near where the charter's Goblins eat,
Marks of weakness, marks of age,
A mark in every face I meet.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd journeys I hear.
How the fairy creatures cry,
Every black'ning wall appals;
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down castle walls.
But most thro' that other world I hear,
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights it with death or worse.
Disclaimer - I do not own Labyrinth or any of Blake's poems.
A/N - OK, here's another little poem. I thought it might be quite appropriate, had Willliam Blake ever set foot in the Labyrinth or at least seen the movie.
I wander thro' each charter'd passage,
Near where the charter's Goblins eat,
Marks of weakness, marks of age,
A mark in every face I meet.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd journeys I hear.
How the fairy creatures cry,
Every black'ning wall appals;
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down castle walls.
But most thro' that other world I hear,
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights it with death or worse.