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There is no light above tonight
That is what I believe until
I saw a stream rapidly flowing down
As if something lost its flame
And ended its life by falling
To the surface of this vessel
I sit on the edge, looking
Down to the surface reflecting all
I was then accompanied by light
Revealing the sky's breakers of darkness
Also a crescent moon, hurting me
For it is incomplete as I
I turned away from the edge
For I heard breakers of silence
As if life flourishes like flowers
I wanted to know the happening
For those sounds were not ordinary
'Twas like the truth being bared
The cause of all this, seen
Before me, and 'tis unlike all
'Tis a pale woman, grey-robed
Grey-winged, and the black long-flowing hair
Was striped by grey, and yet
Her face told me very differently
An owl perched on her arm
I watched her nuzzle his face
And he flew, along with others
As I took in her appearance
Her sorrowful grey lit by gold
I approached her, wanting to feel
She held me in her arms
She must have cared about me
If not, she would have not
Kept me warm, and away from
The slow-killing hand of cold torture
Her gaze maintained with her warmth
That is what I believe until
I saw a stream rapidly flowing down
As if something lost its flame
And ended its life by falling
To the surface of this vessel
I sit on the edge, looking
Down to the surface reflecting all
I was then accompanied by light
Revealing the sky's breakers of darkness
Also a crescent moon, hurting me
For it is incomplete as I
I turned away from the edge
For I heard breakers of silence
As if life flourishes like flowers
I wanted to know the happening
For those sounds were not ordinary
'Twas like the truth being bared
The cause of all this, seen
Before me, and 'tis unlike all
'Tis a pale woman, grey-robed
Grey-winged, and the black long-flowing hair
Was striped by grey, and yet
Her face told me very differently
An owl perched on her arm
I watched her nuzzle his face
And he flew, along with others
As I took in her appearance
Her sorrowful grey lit by gold
I approached her, wanting to feel
She held me in her arms
She must have cared about me
If not, she would have not
Kept me warm, and away from
The slow-killing hand of cold torture
Her gaze maintained with her warmth
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I used my own routine again. I must be on a roll, managing to write two poems in one evening. I found the inspiration from a very old song sung by Nightwish. So, I decided to explore my imagination with it. So, here it is: what I imagined when listening to "White Night Fantasy".
The woman, I actually pictured her with Tarja's face. Tarja is just so beautiful
The woman, I actually pictured her with Tarja's face. Tarja is just so beautiful
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