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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


Fate...for the second time I think
2003-11-30 - 12:31 a.m.


Part I, The Beginning

Raised in the country with her heart just as wild

Lived a princess-halfwoman, halfchild

Danced through the meadows with her heart just as free

Queen of his heart she came to be

Taught to trust in her hearts desire

Learned to live by the flaming fire.

Part II, The Passion

Born of the night by the mists own hand

She walked like an angel through his land

Teasing his senses and making him wild

Then opening his heart under the clear blue sky.

Part III, The Surrender

Caught in the middle between love and sin

She wields her sceptor and dares fate to win

But who has the power to tame the wild wind?

Part IV, The Mystery

Entered she this land of dark

With a cherubs voice as lovely as her heart

Passions Flame be her sacred name

Is it destiny or only a game?

Now who has the right her wild heart to tame?

Part V, The Pursuit

Once free as the air, is this deed right or wrong?

Caught between two worlds, now where does she belong?

When fate opens a new path, where will it lead?

For who has the right to make a soul bleed?

Part VI, The Conclusion

Will the path be one to fortune and fame

Or will it be a hoax, a selfish little game?

She can choose either one but both are the same

Now theres no one for her gentle heart to claim.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave