My collection of Poems

Lacrimosa

Yes, tell me that you love me, then make fun of me- that is the way of life.

When the crow cries it's troublesome song, making the world a little bit darker.

Then the dove will fly, It's white shredding the sky, that way the imagined God.

The war dance of Europe.

 The people will dance like savages, deprived of the need for crimson.

 The dove will be shot with the glistening arrow, it's mind undone.

 And I sit her and watch, such sweet sorrow in my face.

"Hark you cry and I will soon die," that is the way of human.

We can dance in time to lacrimosa, dance a small Venetian waltz.

We could cry and talk to the golden moon, it's light will reign down forever.

We are slaves of life, due to petty emotions,

we could weep to the lacrimosa.

You could soar but be shot down by the War dance of Europe.

So I, now, dance to lacrimosa.

The haunting music filling me, making my tears blemish the ground,

The world refusing to yield.

But I will continue to dance the Lacrimosa.

We will dance forevermore,

we will cry and weep but still dance, for we have come too far.

We will dance forevermore.

I will put on a fake smile, force the light into my eyes.

Knowing no one will see my stupid act, a fool dancing.

I will tame the non-existent dragon, the fire of the night,

I will never speak again, for my voice has disappeared.

But I will dance the lacrimosa, with my pretend partner,

let the moon cry out for love and admiration.

Let my feet dance till swollen and bleeding,

I will dance forevermore.

I am not fully grown, but I have to dance.

I am not yet the age of love and true emotion- so why the lacrimosa?

People say it's to help us realise things, like once is always once...

And once gone, is always gone.

For once is once, one is one.

The moon is crying now, involved in the lacrimosa.

I told her to away, dance with the wolverine,

Everything will eventually crumble.

I will still dance the lacrimosa,

cry and sigh until I’m dust, until I decay.

I will stumble and fall and tumble forevermore,

But I will always be in my thorny meadow.