delaying an anger, quenching fire with ice...
extinguishing embers, drawing smoke to my eyes...
frustration through this cold distance and visions of a misty sight...
greetings of a hazy remembrance befriend with my endless night...
here I am outside, soaked in unknown tears...
it's cold... 'tis cold... who will behold now that my frailness unfolds...?
for I have faltered trying to alter this familiar fear...
scold me not, fold not my pages when memories shine like gold...
here I am, ablaze..amazed... lost in a maze...
rhyming empathy and sympathy with apathy...
overly indulged with... .... ... dot dot dot, fretting in almost everything...
Misty gaze gleaming through the shades of the night,
Sky's a cloak, a maiden's oath, a beauty that never grows old,
My desire's to wake the child from her dream
But every hand's a stone or a steel to a frail porcelain skin...
If I have to travel the star behind her star,
I'd bleed the first bliss tonight
But the tears won't heal the scars...
Playing heroes of forgotten tales,
The mist'ry of beauty unfolds in the silence of her hallow stares...
Acting saviours to the story's end
Where passion and powers unite,
Through her tears every kingdom shall rise or fall...
Who would dare touch her cellestial face
When every hand's lamed by