Where Magic Meets Truth
Secret Nights
See the girl cloaked in black
Dancing in the rain,
Trying to wash away the hurt;
To wash away the pain.
A discordant flutist’s instrument
Trills a melancholy tune,
As the raven in the skeleton tree
Glares at the moon.
Grim Death caresses her pale, bare throat
As she waits by the ancient stone
To meet sweet Death in her nightmare land
Where she is always alone.
Dancing in the rain,
Trying to wash away the hurt;
To wash away the pain.
A discordant flutist’s instrument
Trills a melancholy tune,
As the raven in the skeleton tree
Glares at the moon.
Grim Death caresses her pale, bare throat
As she waits by the ancient stone
To meet sweet Death in her nightmare land
Where she is always alone.
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Comment by Tim Jackson on May 14, 2009 at 8:25pm - its pretty but kinda sad...
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Comment by Joseph Gambit on May 12, 2009 at 9:21pm - That's absolutely beautiful Aria, thank you
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Comment by Aria Rose on May 12, 2009 at 9:06pm - I don't know where this poem came from, but it just popped into my head one night while I was walking in the rain.
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