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Note: I was watching the Southern Air Temple episode, and at the very last scene when Aang is watching the Temple disappear into that blue-ish, purplish haze, I kinda came up with this…
Please do not steal. This poetry is mine; my own work.
Black Curtains, Black Velvet
Faint pale white fades to black,
As distance grows between your home,
Childhood memories soar the skies,
Fading finally into an abyss.
Black curtains, black velvet,
Draped back over the forgotten picture,
Pale white clouds darken slowly,
And the horizon gradually disappears.
Returning is silence, hallow and thick,
Reminiscence springs up to cling,
Things change over time; nothing stays,
Memories are forced back.
Remember the golden light?
Did you forget the snowy scenery?
Hold my hand as we fade away,
Remember the black curtains, the black velvet.
R&R please.