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A friendly face, at kingdom gates. Crowded places, busy spaces. Burnt those bridges? Stand away, sit in halls, far away, behind walls. Where you can't listen, glean, watch me glisten. Sparkle alone, on far ridges? Stand on bridges? Watch quiet waterfalls. Somber scenes, monologues. Golden castles. Flogged, some were, to build palaces. Died for chalices. Drenched in silks, Fancy masks, velvet gowns.. Something, something, crown. I know. Write abridged? All hearts stand apart, hands on ramparts, battlefield below. Manning every bow, blade, feeling each one slayed. Howling commands, till they couldn't stand, Till they wept, white flag in hand. Sometimes it felt that way. Even if you know, now you knew too. In the haze of days, a moment missed, a tiny glance, a quiet wish. Not quite a connection missed. Something they revisited, something they reminisced, alone in the cold mist, of pointless pessimism. A violent, oft mindless schism, some broken internal rhythm. Like the rhymes had gone, done their time, no more crimes. An empty dawn, with no words to her tongue. with no birds this song.. Unsung. aeza | |