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Monster
MONSTER
Upon this cursed plot of land
Concealed by magnificant green and tans
Not only greens and tans be noteable
Reflected by Heavens
Violets and crimson exposable
Upon this envious plot of land
Confused by exuberant greens and tans
Not only in color and close proximity
The forest knowned for insensitivity
To colors more fare as my Princess' attair
The purity of silver
No emeralds conspire
The hue of greens competes with no others
Blotting out the sunlight when viewed from asunder
The branches of pines give perspective that lack
When viewed from the hillside
Remarked, "the Valley of Black"
Upon this retched plot of land
More nephareous content is schemed and planned
The color of Darkness indeed has relevance
Appears life in shadow
The Countess of elegance
Upon this vomitous plot of land
Where viciousness walks and talks of sand
The sand of time and castles or tales
The last of her kind my princess unveils
In a lovers' dream
In the sunlight hours
The monster sleeps
In a cold, gray tower
And across the sea
Past a lush, dense forest
Immortals scheme
For the hearts of others
And your my knight on a colt, white steed
And it ain't right to make me bleed
And its Madness and Love and things you can't put your finger on
And its Sunsets and Blood and maybe we just don't feel enough
But I know you
Imprisoned by vulgar streams of thought
My lady of chains and rings forgot
A mortal so meek, so timid in demeneor
Might do himself harm before tending the Reaper
Imprisoned by virtually identical desire
Greater only in intensity of funeral pyres
My moments of hours to vanish in whimper
Gentle she be in neither praise or temper
In a lovers' dream
With hearts like flowers
You fall on me
In a clear sunshower
And I beg you please
To be my lover
And to think of me
And no one other
Cause I'm your knight but I can't sleep
And it ain't right to make me bleed
And its Madness and Love and things you can't put your finger on
And its Sunsets and Blood and maybe we just don't feel enough
But I know you
Inprisoned by words
For words are weighted
As actions condemned
The spirit so baited
Until the monent so brief, yet mild
Reveal a relic from forced exile
With a cross of steel
From an ancient power
The monster pleads
While his minions cower
And across the sea
Past a lush, dense forest
The Angels sing
In a joyful chorus
Cause your my knight so I set you free
So close your eyes and dream of me
And its Madness and Love and things you can't put your finger on
And its Sunsets and Blood and maybe we just don't feel enough
But I know you
Upon this blessed plot of land
The bleakest of heart of greens and tan
Embarked on a journey without destination
As sunlight and shadow congress in conflation
Upon this blessed plot of land
The Valley of Black and green and tan
Relinquish thier forms to seek the infinite
Horizons above the limitless limits
And its Madness and Love and things you can't put your finger on
And its Sunsets and Blood and maybe we just don't feel enough
Can I hold you
