The embers have died
the fire is lost and gone,
all night she sat and cried,
for her, he spent his life to fawn.
She is the girl of any guy's dreams,
tall, pale, and long ebony hairs.
She belongs in the movie reams,
in love with the hero who really cares.
Alone she would hide away,
a ghost girl to the town and all,
at least it seemed that way,
until her life truly did fall.
He would give his life
just for one single kiss.
She would be the greatest wife
of all, she deserved eternal bliss.
So on this bleak, winter night
with strong, howling wind
snow covering the land in white,
each emotionless plant, twinned.
Out he ventured in fright,
filled with hopes to see
his love before she was out of sight,
or deprived of gay and glee.
Something over took
him, when he saw a soaring
raven, on the edge of the brook.
It jumped in the water that was roaring.
Intrigued and enticed,
he followed without will.
On the side was a body iced,
however heart beating still.
The body was his love,
the kind madden of his heart,
whom had been taken above,
despite his pain of her depart.
"Raven, oh Raven,
save him from his pain
and the love he's been cravin'
turn the snow to pouring rain."
This her soul cried
with everything it had;
completely unaware, she had died,
and why he was so sad.
How could he know
she would be alright and fine,
if his love he could not show,
nor could he say, "She's mine."
Don't expect a smile
from one who can only cry.
This pain will be more than a while,
cause now he decided he too must die.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
The embers have died
the fire is lost and gone,
all night she sat and cried,
for her, he spent his life to fawn.
She is the girl of any guy's dreams,
tall, pale, and long ebony hairs.
She belongs in the movie reams,
in love with the hero who really cares.
Alone she would hide away,
a ghost girl to the town and all,
at least it seemed that way,
until her life truly did fall.
He would give his life
just for one single kiss.
She would be the greatest wife
of all, she deserved eternal bliss.
So on this bleak, winter night
with strong, howling wind
snow covering the land in white,
each emotionless plant, twinned.
Out he ventured in fright,
filled with hopes to see
his love before she was out of sight,
or deprived of gay and glee.
Something over took
him, when he saw a soaring
raven, on the edge of the brook.
It jumped in the water that was roaring.
Intrigued and enticed,
he followed without will.
On the side was a body iced,
however heart beating still.
The body was his love,
the kind madden of his heart,
whom had been taken above,
despite his pain of her depart.
"Raven, oh Raven,
save him from his pain
and the love he's been cravin'
turn the snow to pouring rain."
This her soul cried
with everything it had;
completely unaware, she had died,
and why he was so sad.
How could he know
she would be alright and fine,
if his love he could not show,
nor could he say, "She's mine."
Don't expect a smile
from one who can only cry.
This pain will be more than a while,
cause now he decided he too must die.
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