The Reflection Pool |
| By Crow |
2010-02-12 22:31:54 |
Now the time has come my dear,
To walk our seperate trails.
Save the talk of deeper fear,
I don't need to hear the tales.
Now's the time to turn our backs,
Leave our memories behind.
Pour out two hearts like candlewax,
Snuff out the flames we bind.
Taking a distant walk into the East,
Through all the forest plains...
Storm clouds surround as raging beasts,
Caught in their roaring rains.
I carry on dispite the cold,
Refusing to give up.
Though so young, i feel so old,
Tasteing life straight from the cup.
Tired, hungry, and growing weak,
I'm leveled to my knees.
Can search no more for what i seek,
Only sleep beneath the trees.
I'm taken to a dreaming state,
So alone inside my mind.
A vision staring in a lake,
Of a most gorgeous kind.
I gaze into this liquid mirror,
And an angry man stares back.
Inside his eyes it becomes clearer
As his face begins to crack.
A tear falls from my opened eye,
And drops into the lake.
Insight gained, a midnight skry,
Is what brings me to my wake. |
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