Author: clariknight
Date: 2009-03-19 00:56
Inside a shadow I stand alone and I breath the wind and fire,
Wearily I stride towards fate but ne'er do I tire,
Calmly worried that all is well and perhaps I will have fright,
The halls are chattering on and on, I reach my fate tonight.
With all in hand I perch upon a wooden step that speaks,
It tells me that my mind is clear and that my legs are weak,
That things have passed and by no fair sign, the world has called for me,
My face betrays my mind's intent, it shows not but glee,
Fingers clinched tightly round they know the world will judge,
A creation as bold as creation itself, a reason to indulge,
The warnings pass and things do come, they quickly reappear,
My mind stops to think its thoughts and suddenly I appear.
A darkest place has come about and my shadow trails behind,
No longer does it offer a fair kinship, a solemn place to hide,
And yet still forth I am pressed with will until I can be seen,
The single bladed attack of noise comes not unwillingly,
Like the world has shook itself apart I feel the light collapse,
Until all has reached a resting point and once again fires the synapse;
It all goes quick and I have not time to worry or wonder why,
All things that do come well, come in greater time,
Yet by the end I see that now the world does end too,
And my clarinet and I are given our fair and well deserved adieu.
Sorry for the length
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