As We Sing For You
I'm sitting all alone tonightdraped in crimson mist
I`m thinking of an elder sight
that simply ceased to exist
Once;
Forests spoke of wistful rangers
Men on fearful quests
never dreaded any dangers
and obeyed their Queen`s requests
Today;
We're but ancient reveries
what did we expect
Mythical stories meant to please
lost their mesmerizing effect
So;
I'll shed tears when my future darken
as their secrets unfold
and all humans stop hearken
to the forgotten stories once told
Please listen to the flutter of my wings
as they forget
Poetry by Lokiane
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 20:44
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