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Creatures.
Far far away in a strange little place
Where creatures have more than 10 eyes on their face
The goblins they say come out in the night
To roam round the streets in search of delights
That come in the form of true loves desires
Hearts that beat strong burn easy by fire
A witch I am told wanders the land
With a bright green face and more than 4 hands
Casting a curse and love turns to hate
Hearts turn to stone with no time to waste
‘Ill get you my pretties’ she screeched through the night
And devour you up in just one bite!
Tormented gremlins creep all round the valley
And hide in the darkest and dampest of alleys
Two heads and 8 legs creeping by moonlight
Capturing fairies, no signs of a fight
This tale as you see lacks a fairy tale ending
And all of this kingdom now needs mending
No castle, no queen and no prince charming
The darkness here can be all quite alarming!
The princess has gone and no hope has been left
And all had diminished in her last dying breath
This....was quite inspiring.
HW, got it right...and I offer you the story it inspired
The creatures, they dance, in the darkest of night
Coaxing and guiding the flood from the sky
Tearing and clawing at the most fragile parts
Of love divided from pain-stricken hearts
The creatures, vile little things
Always wanting, always taking
Stealing away the sense of sensing
Numbing the tips of the heartstrings
The connection to life diminishing
All for the creatures’ gluttonous feeding
The soul can be broken, disheveled, disgraced
The essence of living, can lead to distaste
As the creatures assemble in the depths of the mind
Reminding us all that we endure to survive
The creatures, treacherous little fiends
Barraging the sanctified, tearing at seams
As we all fold and cower in the presence it seems
Of these vile little creatures, these wretched thieves
Taking away what we all hold dear
Making us all succumb to the fear
The heart can be mended, even after it’s torn
Creatures left in hiding, by a comforting word
Showing the soul there’s a great big world
Just waiting on the horizon to be explored
The creatures, those villainous beasts
Consuming the love out of every heartbeat
So I offer a hand, come and stand with me
Let’s show these creatures, the taste of defeat
Bring life to the princess, her king and her queen
To stand with a knight, and a woken prince charming
The world can be revived
The colors restored
The grey can be washed away
The soul can realign
The pain it deplores
Can be left in the mem’ries remains
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
RoC I have just one word for
RoC I have just one word for this.... AWESOME!!!
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Thank you much...
When do I get to read the one it inspired from you?
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Well, I still have to write
Well, I still have to write it. I am at work. Have to concentrate on my job. : /
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Great things
are worth the patience it takes to find them.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
LOVE this!! Gonna have to
LOVE this!! Gonna have to print it out and read it again. It might just inspire a story...
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