Might Weep
Like the aging
Willow who's deep roots drink
From a cold river of despair
Alone
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Might Weep
Like the aging
Willow who's deep roots drink
From a cold river of despair
Alone
Alone
in the crowded
world we all are living
together yet so apart from each
other
other
do you see me?
standing here, I shimmer
searching out a way to exist
like you
like you
and unlike me
there is neither a wise
woman nor a foolish man to
love fire!
Love fire!
It is a force
Both fierce and powerful
Hot, blazing, uncontrollable
Passion
Passion
Love inspires
Brings either lust or love
One is bad, but the other good
You choose
You choose
Your road dead-ends
Quickly, while you still can
Fly high above this barren world
And live
And live
through the hard pain
even until you ache
endure that which you fear he most
succeed
succeed
draw one more breath
push back against that night
the dark that will not be denied
but stayed
but stayed
the gilded blade
waited low beneath a
fist tempered by righteous fury.
Sword saint
sword saint
stands in the light
acting to be bravest
when he's afraid so deep inside
pretend
pretend
the sun still shines
remember horizons
search out that golden glow of dawn
endure
Endure
through all of it
using hope as a shield
barreling, pushing, to get to
the end
the end
the epilogue
the spin-offs and sequels
movies merchandise re-tellings
covers
covers
just on the front
deceives or captivates
but hides it's true contents until
opened