Post by Farrelei on Jun 25, 2008 18:26:07 GMT 10
Like a shadowy veil, she drifts down the stairs,
A mask of glory, a gown of sadness.
There are worser ones, but she was chosen to tell their stories.
And so she lives them all- a nightmare, a reality.
She knows all the stories, ask her and she tells
Her words more real than reality itself.
She has nothing but the tales she's told, bound to the knight's hand.
A suit of armour, he steps out the door,
A mask of sadness, a sheet of glory.
There are worser ones, but such fairy tales don't please him.
A crowd of cheering people, giving him their happiness,
They tear their own apart.
He has it all written on his hand, the Hero of the Land.
A union, an unlikely meeting,
Two masks, two people.
There are worser ones, but all that matters is them both.
Drenched in each other's words - Sadness, glory,
They leave all the others behind.
And so love, a lovely thing, becomes betrayal in an instant, and the two dismiss the crowd, for love is meant for one and one, not hundreds.
They have begun anew, a lady and a man, the rulers of this Land.
A crowd, once happy people,
Leave behind the strands of their darkness.
A King and a Queen are born,
And they leave themselves with nothing.
These are the others.
All given up for glory, getting sadness in return.
This is life, this is reality, this is the shadow of shadows.
And the land that once was, crumbles hereof, for love is meant for one and one, not hundreds.
A mask of glory, a gown of sadness.
There are worser ones, but she was chosen to tell their stories.
And so she lives them all- a nightmare, a reality.
She knows all the stories, ask her and she tells
Her words more real than reality itself.
She has nothing but the tales she's told, bound to the knight's hand.
A suit of armour, he steps out the door,
A mask of sadness, a sheet of glory.
There are worser ones, but such fairy tales don't please him.
A crowd of cheering people, giving him their happiness,
They tear their own apart.
He has it all written on his hand, the Hero of the Land.
A union, an unlikely meeting,
Two masks, two people.
There are worser ones, but all that matters is them both.
Drenched in each other's words - Sadness, glory,
They leave all the others behind.
And so love, a lovely thing, becomes betrayal in an instant, and the two dismiss the crowd, for love is meant for one and one, not hundreds.
They have begun anew, a lady and a man, the rulers of this Land.
A crowd, once happy people,
Leave behind the strands of their darkness.
A King and a Queen are born,
And they leave themselves with nothing.
These are the others.
All given up for glory, getting sadness in return.
This is life, this is reality, this is the shadow of shadows.
And the land that once was, crumbles hereof, for love is meant for one and one, not hundreds.
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