Here I find myself sitting
never on my knees yet I bow
broken strings now I'm fixing
As I hum the melody I knew somehow
that serenade you once sang
on a moonlight when shadows meet
back before i bared my fangs
to when i still walked that street
it's the same place
where i asked for fallen grace
a desperate wish i blew upon a dandelion
as plumes fell into the gridiron
And come what may
that bright vermillion
lights in a beautiful array
of one chance in a billion
I have been lurking in my cold den
a thousand years for just a glimpse
and hold my breath until comes ten
and cross over blitz an eclipse
i need not to consult the stars
my own hands have ended the fates
although i always had the cards
but I always move too late
i had sincerely wanted to earn
and fix the gap of the bridge I burnt
re echo the good lessons I learned
a warm embrace of a heart once taciturn
but i know i'm just holding on remnants
and pieces i can never place back
it hangs without a melody, my descant
illumines the memories that turned black.
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Ivory and Evergreen
Poetryif fair folk elegy was about my retreat in the deepest recesses of my imaginative mind, this will be about my transition to reality. it's fun to be inside your head and hibernating in a safe space but it doesn't stop the clock from ticking or things...
