A/N: I try not to italicize too much in this story so it doesn't get confused with the song lyrics... but I had to put the poem in italics. Andthe poem is mine... all mine, muahahaha!


VII. walk within my poetry, this dying music

He is a lover of verse, and no novice rhymesman himself. He knows that she too delights in the poetry which makes the music still more beautiful. With this in mind, he writes poems just for her, the words flowing with greater facility than those he could speak to her.

Heaven is but an illusion
Intangible and unseen
Nothing so fair could ever exist
This the world thought ere came Christine.

The world is a place despondent
Beauty stays not ever green
And love cannot live on eternal
This the poets thought ere came Christine.

The music could not be more perfect
More passionate, dark, or serene
No voice could do it sweet justice
This I thought ere came Christine.


Review Responses:

DreaminofLorien - Hi! I'm glad you like this.The song is positively beautiful, and the music is better. I wholly recommend buying any of Nightwish's albums. And there's never a need to stop rambling... it was some very profound rambling!