The tale of a thousand nights
The fate of a surreal morn
She, not believing fell for the light
He, without boldness followed the song.
The string of life in delicate hands
The thread of destiny begins spinning
Her silent steps on earth echoes
His so still breath on air clouds
Way beyond the physical, a veil is lifted
The quantity of life in frail hands measured
Around the last bend her heart beat races
At the final turn his hope is gifted
And time stood still for a whisper
A meeting, a fusion of two lost souls
Her, in all glory blissfully accepts
Him and all he is the power of love
So time fell back in pace
And strong fingers get to work
The filmsy thread of destiny
In a twink to be seperated.
She believed his promises
He believed her sweet nothings
But the tale of a thousand nights
Was close to its closure
The thread is finally cut
The fused souls broken
Hot fiery heat consumes her
In the white blast he loses himself
By and by, a milinia of space
The tale of a thousand nights retold
The fate of a light and a song
To end with the destruct of both.
Tophie's Note
I wrote this while having something else in mind. Its like it just came out on its own. Its all about Fates, Falling in Love and Falling out of it. I hope this makes sense.
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Written:- 06-May-17
Published:- 21-June-17
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