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Frances The Mute Junior Member
since 2008-01-09
Posts 16CT, USA |
The trumpet calls, first soft and Slow, and we hear the voices, of those we know, rising slowly, and falling fast, our time has come, retrieve the past, He knows it now, he takes the throne, His head held high, for this is home, his time to choose, for right or wrong, the dying notes, of a forgotten song, he takes the crown, it ends the same, cares not for glory, cares not for fame, He knows his duty, he knows his use, he showed me passion, and he showed me truth, that sword was broken, and left to rot, tis been reforged, though he needs it not, he knows that difference, of life and death, for faith or pain, are all thats left, So he left it there, still on the field, the white tree is burnt, the shattered shield, he won allegiance, he called the dead, those precious moments, those words he said, a gift was given, he wears it still, through every moment, through every kill, They loved each other, to that day he died, the peoples mourned, his lover cried, too late to sail, towards lands undying, shes ever weeping, ever sighing, He can't have lost, if love he found, though the tomb is cold, and he makes no sound, He showed us then, what kings should be, just him alone, just him and me. "There is a beast in man that needs to be excersised, not exorcised." |
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Frances The Mute Junior Member
since 2008-01-09
Posts 16CT, USA |
i'll give a dollar to anyone who knows who this is about =) |
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