Poem
softly singing her song, slowly serenading me to sleep
PLunging into the soul the dakness creeps
as a dream falls over her restless mind
The first thing lost is the sense of time
and a no one from another wolrd, not so distant from our own
and as a dakness falls over her body, so limp so cold so lame
An Arabesque grotesqueness tht no one knows of so distant yet the same
And the no one from another world comes to collect the souls, he's ready
moving quietly, quickly, trough the dank dark halls,
planning his move, coming steady
A stifled sceam of death and despair coming from a distance so far away, but too close
And no body has the bravery to face him, it' this fatal fact that he know's
So all the men sit and stare at the imagage of him, with the hepless maiden, limp in his arms
Fearing what hisnext move will be, fearing hey will, startle him, scare him, stare into his heartless eyes, and set off an unstable alarm
And one man blinded by the love of her lost beauty, finally takes a stand
Upon seeing his courage the rest if them follow their leader
Not knowing that they are damned
And as the distant stranger, still transfixed in his deed of taking her soul,
A failure to beauty, untouched, untold
He scratches away at her now scarred skin, and watches it bleed away
While the grief stricken men now know this black shrouded demon,surely can not stay
Fear and desperation, trying to make him leave, pushing,pulling, hauling, and heaves
But this peculiar image of someone no one knows
Simply raises a single black gloved hand, the wind starts to blow
And on by one they all fall victim to the grounds of the graveyard
covered with blankets of mist and fog, silver in sorrowful moonlight
Left there a beautifully horrid sight
And as the fair lady now lifeless remains lying
The stranger from another world leaves this one of the dying
Slowly as the sun ascends into the gray and purple dark starry sky
Revieling the recent sorrows the world will son forget with due time
Andas the world stops spinning, the hollow song of the Nightingale comes to a bitter end.
~The Nightingales Song~>>>Arnie
PLunging into the soul the dakness creeps
as a dream falls over her restless mind
The first thing lost is the sense of time
and a no one from another wolrd, not so distant from our own
and as a dakness falls over her body, so limp so cold so lame
An Arabesque grotesqueness tht no one knows of so distant yet the same
And the no one from another world comes to collect the souls, he's ready
moving quietly, quickly, trough the dank dark halls,
planning his move, coming steady
A stifled sceam of death and despair coming from a distance so far away, but too close
And no body has the bravery to face him, it' this fatal fact that he know's
So all the men sit and stare at the imagage of him, with the hepless maiden, limp in his arms
Fearing what hisnext move will be, fearing hey will, startle him, scare him, stare into his heartless eyes, and set off an unstable alarm
And one man blinded by the love of her lost beauty, finally takes a stand
Upon seeing his courage the rest if them follow their leader
Not knowing that they are damned
And as the distant stranger, still transfixed in his deed of taking her soul,
A failure to beauty, untouched, untold
He scratches away at her now scarred skin, and watches it bleed away
While the grief stricken men now know this black shrouded demon,surely can not stay
Fear and desperation, trying to make him leave, pushing,pulling, hauling, and heaves
But this peculiar image of someone no one knows
Simply raises a single black gloved hand, the wind starts to blow
And on by one they all fall victim to the grounds of the graveyard
covered with blankets of mist and fog, silver in sorrowful moonlight
Left there a beautifully horrid sight
And as the fair lady now lifeless remains lying
The stranger from another world leaves this one of the dying
Slowly as the sun ascends into the gray and purple dark starry sky
Revieling the recent sorrows the world will son forget with due time
Andas the world stops spinning, the hollow song of the Nightingale comes to a bitter end.
~The Nightingales Song~>>>Arnie