Mercuria: Weeeeell, my children, this poem was inspired by a member of this fanfiction community (namely, Wasabi and her poem about rapture). However, this poem should not be thought of as addressing or even arguing with that person. It is inspired. That is all.
Notes: Well, I suppose this is about how one shouldn't wait around for Rapture. Or rapture. Is it important enough to be capitalized? (No, for once, that was not a rhetorical question.) And it rhymes. Be afraid.
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Life's always dying, my darling, my dearest
in grand supernovas, my own one, my heart
Why are you crying, my darling, my dearest
surrendering all ere decay has its start?
Where are you going, my sugarplum fairy?
What will you dream when the fires have burned out?
"Nothing, it's over", my brave little beauty,
your salt water offered in vain to the drought?
Yes, we have suffered, my sweetheart, my dearest
Life is not easy for any, I fear
But what do you wait for, my angel, my heartstrings?
Prince clad like the sky? Gilded charioteer?
Ah, wait not for nothing, my sweetness, my sunbeam
up with the day not to stay just for night
We do dwell in darkness, my kitten, my angel
But each of us kindles our own twinkling light
Sit by your window, my rosebud, my precious
Still will I sing you a sweet serenade
but I cannot love you, as much as I long to
until I have rescued what you would degrade
Life's always dying, my darling, my dearest
Still may we save it as long as we try
Wait not for nothing, my darling, my dearest
Live until life gives you no cause to cry
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Mercuria: Okay, I really need some feedback. Are the terms of affection endlessly annoying? Should I never, never try to write rhyming poetry again? May I have a cupcake?
Notes: Well, I suppose this is about how one shouldn't wait around for Rapture. Or rapture. Is it important enough to be capitalized? (No, for once, that was not a rhetorical question.) And it rhymes. Be afraid.
*************
Life's always dying, my darling, my dearest
in grand supernovas, my own one, my heart
Why are you crying, my darling, my dearest
surrendering all ere decay has its start?
Where are you going, my sugarplum fairy?
What will you dream when the fires have burned out?
"Nothing, it's over", my brave little beauty,
your salt water offered in vain to the drought?
Yes, we have suffered, my sweetheart, my dearest
Life is not easy for any, I fear
But what do you wait for, my angel, my heartstrings?
Prince clad like the sky? Gilded charioteer?
Ah, wait not for nothing, my sweetness, my sunbeam
up with the day not to stay just for night
We do dwell in darkness, my kitten, my angel
But each of us kindles our own twinkling light
Sit by your window, my rosebud, my precious
Still will I sing you a sweet serenade
but I cannot love you, as much as I long to
until I have rescued what you would degrade
Life's always dying, my darling, my dearest
Still may we save it as long as we try
Wait not for nothing, my darling, my dearest
Live until life gives you no cause to cry
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Mercuria: Okay, I really need some feedback. Are the terms of affection endlessly annoying? Should I never, never try to write rhyming poetry again? May I have a cupcake?
