| The Poets Ballad.............................Mystro,if you please....... | |||||||||||||||||
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| Welcome to the world of Music,and of Poems.I am your Mystro,PoetMystro.Struggles,are a concept i hold valuabley,the right,or the wrong?Always one is right,but also wrong.I know many judgemental people,and am sorry that they are like they are,but i don't hate them,or i would hate myself,because what would be the difference? | Musical laughter,singing pain.I feel hurt,when i see people cry,or even laugh.I know judgement is a subject many choose to look down upon,they are judging when they do so.Remember that life is not always earnest,life is but a dream,an the soul that slumbers,that soul shall see many things. | ||||||||||||||||
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"Dove" Shadow's fade,when night becomes day,and all that was,will be, another day.Death is said to be gloomy,lie's told to be un-true,but when i look in the future,all i hope to see is you.My honor goes no limit,my tears never fail to ask why,with you inside my heart,love is like a Dove that flie's. Wounded soldier,hurting inside,let me be your angel,let me see how you choose to die.Life is but a journey,have you failed this one last try?Maybe there will be a tommorrow,or maybe only this time?Remember the feelings she gave you?Remember the pain she bedded inside?Tommorrow shall always shine brighter,when this lovely Dove you hold,flies high. On your knees you villan,pray for all you have done to be forgiven.The words you choose to speak now,are your last open retreat aloud,hiding in this prison,scarecly pondering how or why?Was it the hurt you were feeling?Or had your maker called your time?Death has hidden your suffering,Fatal was all you pain.Let not your inner feelings,keep the Dove you hold in this Cage. Worried about tommorrow,crying in utter rage.Lets all seek together,this one hope for a brighter day.You and i alone now,whispering in utter glee,i love you my only lady,love you if you love me. There's children crying in the courtyard,laughter from all but the well,my life here alone now,is like a life sought from those in hell.Had i only spoken,had i only cried,maybe in the present,this misery will die?Your angel is watching over me,your thoughts of love i hold,i choose to open this cage,and let my Dove go. | |||||||||||||||||
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