Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear: oh clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire !
(W. Blake)


Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to the end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do content.
Nativity once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity wherewith being crowned,
Crooked ecplises 'gainst his glory fight,
and time that gave doth now his gift confound,
time does transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
and nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
(W.Shakespeare)

And huge thanks to Daybreak Angel for giving me the chance to take this work of art as my BG ! Best BG I ever had by far !