LifeLeaves drift down slowly from the sky, not even having lived to see a full year pass by. Faded, dead, yet oddly satisfied. Yellowed by autumn, crinkled by sun.Life
They fall like stars into the lake's onyx depths. I sit on the bench, under the willow in the park, watching, waiting. My violin at my feet. Snatches of bird song wash over me. Through me. The quirky laughter as ethereal a serenade as a chorus of angels. Black swans, most regal of them all, make their descent from the heavens. Circling proudly, heads erect, they follow paths quickly cleared. Can they hear? Underneath it all, the bittersweet melody.
TwinsAgainst The Pitch Black SkyI know you stood And waited for them to come. And then they moved, Their banners flown highAgainst The Pitch Black Sky
This is what you could only see As they came, swords a blazing Against the pitch black sky.
How did you stand so bravely? As they marched on by? The sounds of the battle raging Against the pitch black sky.
This is for all those who have stood. For those who will stand. And those who will not stand again.
We know you stood You brave, brave soldiers, As they came a marching, Along that battle line.
For you we will
Angel of Fire| ... well, my name is carling, & im 17. |
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