Listening to Nightwish

Empathica Free

The shoulder cries more
therefore I can not cry
do not weep for me
for also I can not die

Empathica lands is where I reside
but even they are not without strife
I am a warrior in a garden of peace
such is my chosen life

The bell doth toll for you but not for me
you can not lead me astray
for I walk a predetermined path
which is why with you I can not stay

For the cold world I am but a whore
to be abused and spat out with once done
Once upon a time I was but a child
innocence filled and having fun

But duty calls and I dare not shirk it
the wicked doth
not rest therefore nor do I
It's the same old song, I hate what I've become
but alas I can not die

The poet without a rhyme
is still remembered in time
for the work he did create
unlike us chosen few
who fight battles about which no one knew

battles that safe kept the world
battles hard fought and won
battles that never end
with the setting of the sun.

So beneath turquoise waterfalls
safe can reside the everfree
do not for me weep
it is the way it must be.


Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-15 at 08:17

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Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
Stirring and deeply moving!
" safe can reside the everfree"

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