Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart, And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake
Hey, everyone, it's me. Who else would it be, anyway?
Um, I totally am making over my site, it's alot cheaper and easier than creating a new one, especially since I've had this one for about 4 years! Yay! Um, I'm going to add lyrics, update links, get rid of crap, change the music, and generally make things better, happier, and more entertaining!
Anyway, I updated my site some, and if you will e-mail me with suggestions I'll put the things you want on here!!!! I wuv ya!!
Have fun around the site, and remember I'm not responsible for: lost items, body parts, and pets; loss of life; or anything in general that is a result from your own stupidity. Thanks again, and have a nice day!!! Kate
