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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Prologue Dreamless dance swirls bleary Nightmares reign writhing over And I dance wearily To their calling song sifting past eerily Nightmares calls If only daybreak would come glazing over the stars Lighting my world once again a’flame If only Lark of dark or dreary could become a midnight merry And my twisted darkness coming washing through my blunt shield If only blitheness and content could reign within my heart and within, the blame switch forth to fortress merriment Even during the midnight clammy the dark would sustain until morn And my terror would persist Forever more my cheerless gloom would settle For no more sky would resettle Gilded as gold would set No more, no more In the morn the dark would not be lifted, falling down within their veils If only by midnight true, If only midnight true Would leave a string of blue, If only true To wish, to dream, in shadows failing The ghouls a’ wailing, I wish, the Lark could sing and re-lift the fortress of darkness gloom My fated soul shallow windowless falling down into the shaft, The shaft of twisted wonder and there lay morning dusk, not veiled, not made by musk, there lay morning dusk Death lift falling, tediously In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is me My nightmare a’ cask would never leave No more dreams but baring cries In the morning my soul would hide No sky, no sky I would sing out No heart has stayed through my pain Only the shell of me, of me Death lift falling, tediously In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is me Lost containment Lost containment dreary outcomes Wash through my clammy soul And if somehow By day lark listless the starry night would not control The starry night would not control My ghastly phantoms washing through My weariness, my outcomes lying true If only Day lark could become a new My very soul clammed down under And all my fears would wash a blunder If only true If only true The daybreak could make anew If only Lark of dark or dreary could become a midnight merry And my twisted darkness coming washing through my blunt shield If only blitheness and content could reign within my heart and within the blame switch forth to fortress merriment Even during the midnight clammy the dark would sustain until morn And in the morn the dark would not be lifted, falling down within their veils If only by midnight true, If only midnight true To wish, to dream, in shadows failing The ghouls a’ wailing, I wish, the Lark could sing and re-lift the fortress of darkness gloom My fated soul shallow windowless falling down into the shaft, The shaft of twisted wonder and there lay morning dusk, not veiled, not made by musk, there lay morning dusk Death lift falling, drearily In the dream O’ blearily Rain swiftly dropping down into daybreak not Into morning dusk that will never be That, that is meWww@QuestionHome@Com Falling to Rise Again To those who died on Sept!. 11 Quietly the plans were made, Suddenly a fierce storm of flames Soaked the early morning sky!. Down they fell, Down, down, down to the ground, Morbid months passed slowly With no where to go!. Vengence, Vengence, Vengence, is what the people need!. Gone to war, Slaughtering those terrorists Making not a vociferous sound!. Here the world lies, Hating that war of so long ago, Making its grasp on the world A litte stronger, In Iraq and Afghanistan We still are and becoming A stronger nation, Rising once again!. Brad D!. Smith Copyright ?2008 Brad D!. SmithWww@QuestionHome@Com "how are you" i asked the bird but my call was not to be heard he cockedd his head as if he knew but in his ear, no sound went through i wish all his pain could be relieved that my sayings would be concieved what goes in his ear comes back out no matter how hard i scream or shout thought birds didn't have ears!? ha just this little bird named cha cha and did i forget to mention to you!.!.!. that he cannot see or speak too!?Www@QuestionHome@Com There once was a boy who was crazy, Everyone thought he was lazy, Caused he asked and he begged, He pleaded and said, Do my work for me please yes and maybe!.Www@QuestionHome@Com |