(This poem is the prolouge of a picture I will show tomarrow and am very proud of. Also, i will be annoucing something AMAZing along with the pic!! :D stay tuned!!)
I know this will not remain forever,
But still i know it's beautiful.
The snow in my eyes,
I worry it will blur the last sight of you.
This light is beautiful,
but I fear it will take me soon from you.
These silver creatures beckon me into the sky,
i know they will lead me someplace safe,
but it will be away from you.
This place is dark and this world is cold,
I could fly away from it and save myself.
But who, my friend, will save you.
My clothes are torn, my heart is bleeding.
I fear I cannot hold on for long.
Maybe it is finally goodbye.
This is not the end.
"My beautiful little brother, be safe."
These words are my farewell?
Then I will go.
Though we are not truly brothers...
I love you as one.
So farewell... And may one day I see you,
Somewhere far away....
Deep into the stars.
This video is an amv of Bambi, but the song goes so well with the characters featured in the poem. It's very sad and the vid is very good. enjoy.
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"Moths and Butterflies (Till we Meet Again)"
Roaring fire, fade away. Where are you friend, have you left me today?
The world is white, I'm fading as well. Will my tears be your final farewell?
There's no escaping the angels that reach for your hand. Little angel, they'll take you to the promised land...
I wonder, will i be left here, as you call out for me. Little child, my silver moth, I was never meant to be free.
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away... That we will be dead before the dawn.
"He loves you, too" you whisper to me in your little, trilling voice. "He won't leave you behind."
I understand not what you say, why can't you save me the pain and just fly away?
The angels won't leave me, I know they try to deceive me.
I cannot honestly go to the place you are going.
"He loves you," you say again, your voice is fading like the fire and my sight. "He won't leave you behind."
Where are my wounds, my weariness?
You are here, my little Silver Moth. Oh no, no. Did I truly condem you to this place?
"You're home," You whistle happily. Why are you smiling?
... Aren't we...?
The angels are here, too. They laugh and pat our backs.
...It can't be.... It is pure here, the darkness has left us.
The world is white once again, your face is no longer in pain.
By Bluesen12 (9/6/08)