Drawings of a castle in the sky...
So many things to see,
Things to know!
I don't know why
I find it so hard to fly.
Again and again,
Falling into the sky...
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What troubles thee, your Majesty?
Good fellow, what but ebony ecstasy?
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I fumble and stumble like the crumbling castle around me.
A statue in disgrace, can't you see that it's a race?
Diving deeper into the mist,
you'll answer to darkness if I ever get ticked.
Something I picked
to be the final ending is the very same thing
I chose from the very beginning:
Perpetual darkness.
Oblivion darkness.
Obsidian starkness, and tears of vermilion heartbreak.
Forgive me my outbreaken.
Muah ha ha ha haaaa...
How dare you call me mistaken...
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Spiraling spires and towering towers;
in here, the gothic-white garden in which I am beset.
Amid the dead of night I write to you,
of spiraling spires and frozen black fires,
cold and hard, and of stars off-set...
The freezing reign of a king so bold,
a story that I'm sure you've all been told...
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AN: ...I'm sorry, but that really is where it ends. :-(
I wrote this, like, waaaay back in September (2005), and only just found it again. (it was buried as a draft at the bottom of one of my less-traveled blogs) My first thought after reading it again was "wooooaahhh... that's SCARRY!"; and my second thought was: "wait. what the heck! I wrote that? man, I musta been outta muh mind!" 0.x
But I remember what happened now: I was writing 'the very first things that came to my mind, without exception!' again, and had had "Faint" x LinkinPark stuck in my head. (you can almost tell by the rhythm of the first 9 lines here)
Almost every time I free-write like that, I get this really whacked-out freaky stuff like this... (I wonder what that says about me? +shivers+)
...Maybe I just write too much Ansem fic. :P
I'm sorry this poem isn't finished; I'm trying to think of a way to finish it, but when I almost literally just pulled the original-here right out of a hat, by just writing whatever words came to me regardless of their meaning, I have a feeling that getting a roll on again is gonna be ridiculously hard.
"His voice, it's left me..." (...a haunting notion... ...in an ocean of emotion and confusion...) 0.o