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I wrote...yet again, another poem. x-). And again, it has something to do with my story--
~Introduction- The story of a Shooting Star~
A chilling winter night begins,
Bestowing snow upon the road;
The streets grow silent by and by,
As voices die inside their homes.
An artist sits and paints his sins,
Recalling deeds from childhood,
Recalling rivers made of blood,
Awaiting wonderous things to come...
He is aware- the time is night,
And by his fireplace he sits.
The dangers that await outside
Are lovely to his youthful mind.
The moon that's high up in the sky
Is smiling down upon the night;
A deathly shadow walks the road-
The magic actor has arrived.
There's beauty in his flawless eyes,
A sign of tragedy untold;
His silver hair shines in the moon,
Reflecting tortures he enjoyed.
This treacherous actor holds a star,
A lucky star wrapped in his arms,
A star he'll never see again,
A star he'd love until the end...
The Artist and the Actor meet:
"Behold!~ the wonder you have sought;
This is a burden- keep it safe,
Your star of luck is not for all!..."
*Orlean does not finish his speech here. I decided not to go on with the poem, unsure of what he should really be saying...erm.
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~Introduction- The story of a Shooting Star~
A chilling winter night begins,
Bestowing snow upon the road;
The streets grow silent by and by,
As voices die inside their homes.
An artist sits and paints his sins,
Recalling deeds from childhood,
Recalling rivers made of blood,
Awaiting wonderous things to come...
He is aware- the time is night,
And by his fireplace he sits.
The dangers that await outside
Are lovely to his youthful mind.
The moon that's high up in the sky
Is smiling down upon the night;
A deathly shadow walks the road-
The magic actor has arrived.
There's beauty in his flawless eyes,
A sign of tragedy untold;
His silver hair shines in the moon,
Reflecting tortures he enjoyed.
This treacherous actor holds a star,
A lucky star wrapped in his arms,
A star he'll never see again,
A star he'd love until the end...
The Artist and the Actor meet:
"Behold!~ the wonder you have sought;
This is a burden- keep it safe,
Your star of luck is not for all!..."
*Orlean does not finish his speech here. I decided not to go on with the poem, unsure of what he should really be saying...erm.
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