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Our Unheard WhispersRemember the days that we used to lie under the sun, Bold and rash, as the young and careless would ever be, We held a tone with the world that seemed so dreary, For we yearned for each new day, and every tomorrow.Our Unheard Whispers
Today was not enough, never enough, for our souls, They were extatic, more energetic than the stars above, To live and love and see life through all mankinds eyes, To hear the unheard whispers on the long forgotten winds.
Do you hear my whispers, those beneath the stars? In dusky meadows of silver flowers, the golden gleam forgone, Remember those willful word
by ~SilenceDivine
Oh Foolish CupidOh foolish Cupid, why hast thou pierced mine heart with thine arrow? Know yea not of love's great folly and uneven temperament, For do not make me that wishful dreamer nor the idle schemer, Far too short a time is life to not waste upon thy whims and fancies.Oh Foolish Cupid
For I dare not squander love, in my heart I do embrace it, Oh that in which seeming, does come so seeping inside me, Into what blood that I may have left inside these seeming hollow veins.
Upon me already is that weakness seen, for thou thus twist my words, And in my head put those notes of a siren's song, of a summer's day, &
by ~SilenceDivine
Remember The DayWe can't stay the midmorning day, We can't stay the willful hearts, Remember the day before today, The beginning of many a yesterday.Remember The Day
Feeling the moon and the stars, All begging for our gazing eyes, While the night unblinking, Does dream in sleepless flight.
Freedom in those dark skies, Upon which fate did so ride, Without the morning rise, Without the dawn's dusk, In dreamless sleep.
Why, can't we dream today? For staying in our minds, Our thoughts do tricks play, And no words come out, No words that we cannot say.
by ~SilenceDivine
BrethrenTo die, to sleep, to sleep, to dream, to dream tonight, Upon this battlefield as tendrils of dawn's first light, Do enlighten a much weary scene, and bring back upon, Upon our eyes, the march of death that comes anon, anon.Brethren
For with the sun come shells that en mass fire, For with the shells come the tides through the rusted wire, The sound of bloody death does ring a hollow clang, As bullets, with seeming mal-intent, into men do sprang.
Until death itself comes to that, that our eternal morning dawn, The consummation of our grief shall falter and not go on, For fairer m
by ~SilenceDivine
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