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Aug 2012
There is a cold rain falling from a sky of darkness
Little diamond angel tears cry to the ground
And as wind ripples in the puddles that the rain had kissed
I look, and see no sanity is to be found.
So I sold my soul to the man dressed in black
Signed my name to him, not knowing of it's worth,
And then I found that there we many things I needed back
But it was too late, the man dug me down into the earth.
The devil laughed, as he held my soul in hand
I looked up, searching for hope through my demise,
Realizing life hadn't quite gone as I had planned.
I threw my heart to the depths of too many shallows
Let it hurtle, skipping stone, like through a stream,
And my love it seeped right through, lost in deepest hallows,
All hope was gone and my true love was just a dream.
I hadn't tasted the sweet freedom of the autumn wind
Kissing rose cheeks like the warm breath of a child,
Searching to the ends of the earth; the depths of my mind
To find life's worth and what it was like to be wild.
I'd never run so hard my lungs started burnin',
Straight down the street not knowing where to go,
Never got lost on purpose, not looking which way I'd turn,
Or breathed the air, as brisk and cool as winter snow.
I hadn't stopped to look at the sky, and how the clouds did blow,
Or how the blues turned into grays, greens, pinks, and whites,
I never stopped to find the colors hidden in the crow,
It's feathers spectrum undiscovered, black as night.
And as I thought of all the things in life that I had lost,
The devil shoveled on the last bite of my strife,
And my last thought that sanity is the only cost,
In order to know what it's really like to live your life.
The music, or more specifically, the song titled "The Wild Hunt" by The Tallest Man on Earth is the inspiration to this poem. And that's all I have to say about that.
Frances Maggio
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