The Planet hell caught my ear
That of 12 years old
For mezzo nor soprano
A singer of classical genre
The riff and drum were a beautiful trance
Of Ever dream and Moondance
The dead boy's poem wept
The albums forever kept
I sang with you
Your Ghost Love score passed in the night
The wishes on notes
for she, he wrote
I found my path, when all seemed lost
To Mozart, Carmen, Tosca
A hand to the path you lead
Tear ashes upon my bed
I wished for the night
For every song that healed my plight
Years gone by from January to December
My olden day Nightwish I adore and remember
I am left the lone soldier on the battlefield,
The others have fled.
Heroes into the arms of God
Cowards to the hills.
I am alone in the light of day;
No masters to serve, nor subordinates slave.
I can see for miles,
Yet this ground is unknown to me.
I walk the line between history,
And numbered days.
Shall I be a fabled burst of flame,
Or be forgotten as smolders of ash?
Is it better to burn out or to fade away?
Her lips against my skin,
My hand caressing her ****** thighs,
This night where I am within her.
I'll bleed my passion into her depths,
As she ***** the breath from my lungs,
And the tides that bring her ecstasy,
The still night is broken as she cries joy.
A tribute to the Nightwish song of the same name. Experimenting with eroticism.
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