dichterlijk

[varney]

een beetje een dichterlijke stemming.

the time has come to move on,to become what i am supposed to be.
is it a monster or is it a beast, in hell i shall perish for my believes.
an angel looks at me with disgust i shall not enter in what she trusts.
i stand outside and cry my tears, my tale ending in pain.
I paid with blood for personal gain.
Now forever i shall burn dying but never dead.
i pay with my soul and live with my regret.

The last rose of summer

the last rose of summer left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred no rosebud is nigh.
To reflect back her blushes to give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee,thou lone one,
to pine on the stem,
since the lovely are sleeping,go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly i scatter thy leaves over the bed,
where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.

So soon may i follow when friendships decay,
and from loves shining circles the gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown.
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone.