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Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
      I am the captain of my soul.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
  Someone had blundered:
Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs was but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volleyed and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
  Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging and army, while
  All the world wondered:
Plunging in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
  Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
  Not the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that fought so well,
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
  Left of the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
  All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
  Noble Six Hundred!
  Sep 2015 Nightingale74
Madison Thorne
I  always said you can't fall in love
Only for people lost in the stars

So young and fragile
Not sure how to react

Nothing will last unless you commit
No such thing as falling

You wanted to sweep me off my feet
But I didn't believe in falling

You wanted to prove me wrong
I believe, he said
Searching and teaching and showing new things
No such thing as falling

Time goes on as time goes
No such thing as falling

Try and try to see, he said
Is there such a thing as falling?

Time goes on as time goes on
Maybe there is such a thing as falling

Welcoming me to his world
Afraid and more afraid
I'll wait for you, he said
And he kept on believing

Much to my dismay I think you proved me wrong
I want you to believe, he said
Searching and teaching and showing new things
Could I be falling?

Down and down the rabbit hole
Afraid and more afraid
It's okay, he said
I'll catch you at the bottom

Commitment and love work hand in hand
Could I be falling?

I always said you can't fall in love
Only for people lost in the stars

Deeper into the universe
Yours and mine became ours
Your jokes, my laugh became one love

You're finally lost in the stars, he said
Forever and always,** was my reply

We became the stars
  Sep 2015 Nightingale74
Lily
Apparently my “talent” receives praises
When it's not even one
It is unfathomable sentiments
Besieged within the fissures of my soul
Yearning to be poured out
But I can’t successfully express
So instead I laid it down into words.

© Leigh
Notes....

Floating in a golden sea of sound....

Silver is the rain and the sighing of the flutes....

Drums for the thunder.

Trumpets sounding, with horns colliding, furious their clashing;

Lightning, hurled from the heavens.

So for music, and the soundings of the storm.
I was listening to the sound of thunder, and to music, deep and slow, when there came
a crack louder than the rest as lightning fell to earth, and all to the sound of trumpets....
The music and the storm, sounding together.
Us, the people, to me are as
stars, fallen to earth. Each a
small burning point of light,
one among billions, all so close,
and yet so far apart.
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