huzzah! the ruler button works!
anyway, this is just a poem i was inspired to write not five minutes ago by--what else?--The Phantom of the Opera. once again, i know it doesn't rhyme; that's just the way i write poetry.
and, once again, i'm irritated at the fact that ffnet doesn't allow for stanzas...but, i must say, i'm starting to like the way it's all clumped together like this...
sorry about my blabbing. enjoy.
disclaimer: i (regretfully) own nothing.
Dance of Darkness
Trapped in a cage, a box, a…
A prison.
Yes, that's what it was…
A prison.
Why, then, did he feel so free?
Tumbling, falling, bubbling up
And over, far past the human
Limits and then some.
Soaring and flying, the notes
Leaping from the page and given
Voice, the pure, unsullied voice of
An Angel.
Yes, that's what she was…
An Angel.
What then, were these limits?
These confines, these constraints?
He reaches back into the dark,
Dark depths of his memory.
Dark, yes, oh-so dark,
Swirling, eddying darkness,
Striving towards the light.