Can You Go Home Again?
Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 10:34 pm
The start of a new series of storyline RPs between Ashlee and I!
When John Cena found out his father was dying what REALLY happened in those final hours? The answer may surprise you.
Thanks for reading everyone! (The link below is a fave poem of mine btw!) Ashlee and I hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for taking the time to read!
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
- Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
When John Cena found out his father was dying what REALLY happened in those final hours? The answer may surprise you.
Thanks for reading everyone! (The link below is a fave poem of mine btw!) Ashlee and I hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for taking the time to read!
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
- Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"