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by The Fallen Mod
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Knotted hands oppressed
by fevered prayers
and from within my
hallowed shell
fear winged whispers arise,
lashing the yields of this tuneful anthem,
onward in streams of gilded tears:
Oh, glorious spring!
Where have you taken your vernal Zephyrs?
Why cannot the rays of Faith
melt away the icebergs of grief?
Drifting in gray moaning as
Imperious Dusk bleeds into the weary Dawn
annulling my love-lit sky. Oh, alas!
once again,
days are becoming endless nights.
mournful clouds meandering in the
ravished Eyes of Tomorrow
pouring down their crimson regrets
upon the clusters of my star gemmed heart
this world is all too heavy
and I am tired, afraid to lift my head up high
as the currents of the dread unknown
gently waste away all the
~could have been~
bowing low, to repose my soul upon
the echoes of merriment memories.
lulls of desperation from these deserted lips call out
to find the heeding eaves of Higher Spheres:
oh Angeles, is this the promised blessing
that I just sealed with my tears?
am I bound to dance to the melody of empty dreams,
till end will embrace my fading moves?
Let sorrow end its proud carrier
help me seek refuge from these shadowy splendors!
warm up her heartbeats with the Breath of Life
Please bring Peace and Harmony
Oh, crown these syllables,
With a Celestial Sighs
And read them
Throughout my eyes,
For this Whispered Prayer is for
Me...
oh cannot you see?
It is Her tears that pour down on my cheeks,
It is Her pain that swells in my veins
For she has all of me...
this world is all too heavy
and I am broken and lost
give me strength,
grant me my Hopes
to bear this
for I am not a godlike hero
just a mortal man
braking under the weight of
an Ill Omen...
and if this sweetest dews of Passion
that burns within my beating heart
wont be enough for the Immortal Judges
to brace Her and
conquest over her anguish
then, un-tune my lyre
dress me in the vesture of perish
take me to the field of sleep
and lay me into my ivied eternal home
for I cannot go on like this
I have so much Fate and Love
yet
my knotted hands oppressed
by fevered prayers...
yet
from within this
hallowed shell
with agony
my soul cries out for help...
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