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Fallen King Place his head upon the stone.Fallen King by ~AceOne82
Bless his body, mind, and throne.
May his death be not in vain.
And everlong his kingdom reign.
As his people gather around.
Tear drops fall, they shake the ground.
They send him off for one last quest.
In the land of his fore fathers,
for one last rest.
But from the ashes of sorrow, grow.
A new king they soon shall show.
Behold! The son of the fallen one.
Now with heavy heart and shining crown.
Evermore his heart will frown.
And now a vow from this day.
His father's memory won't fade away.
He'll lead them on to what fate may bring.
May he never be a fallen King.
The Pretty Bird Imagine yourself a bird in a cage. Filled with hate,The Pretty Bird by ~AceOne82
sorrow, and uncontrollable rage. Beautiful colours on
feathers and wings. Is their any wonder this pretty bird
no longer sings? Given the gift of flight, but left all
alone to be consumed by your pity and your plight.
No room to fly, only a wire cage stretched to the sky.
Your days are mapped out. You will sit, hop, and prance
all about. With a wire cage stretched to the sky.
Nothing left to do, but wait to die.
Night and Day I love them both, I may surmise.Night and Day by ~AceOne82
It may not be a big surprise.
Love is like a sunny day, birds
are singing, flowers in May.
Love is like a moonlit night.
Stars are shining with all their might.
Crickets play a concerto of sleep.
A lullaby, for rest is sweet.
Camelot Time goes by, so slow and clear.Camelot by ~AceOne82
A constant tick, a mind of fear.
Day's of rest, nights of thought.
The price we pay in Camelot.
Empty dream's filled with despair.
Who's to grieve? Who's to care?
A tortured soul without regrets.
Of love and life in past tense.
Memories fade, while hurt remains.
We think we know, and know we must.
The world is strange for all of us.
We love the one's that live, We love
those who die. In the end we all
will cry.
.
Sta.sh
