Genre: Poetry (From Sarah's POV)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that pertains to the Labyrinth. This poem is not for profit but a reflection of how much the movie means to me
Strike Me Crimson
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Strike me crimson with soft lullabies
Of misplaced youth and stricken dreams
And I will grace your arms with white
Silk soft ablaze with fiery schemes.
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Your lies and promises, cold and cruel,
Is sweet salvation to this boring dame.
A return in interest from my lips sling
Sweet whispers of thy crafty name…
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So pluck me, strike me so,
With lullabies ringing through my head
I'm fallen; a rose cut off from the earth
As you leisurely string stars on my bed
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And I will promise you my love
Though words will fly unspoken
Relieve me of stark reality
Save me from being broken
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For I am child
I am woman
Nothing constant can refrain
The sacred vestige of a child
That slowly grows mundane.
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So strike me crimson with your touch
So gentle and unfeeling
Provide in me a lasting crutch
So I won't keep on kneeling
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Split my heart before in haste
I give my all away in vain
Break the child that I might live
For nothing constant can remain.
And I will whisper silently
Your name -
Your name…
Your name