Before you read further I'd like to say that I have done a collaboration with Victor_Gladscou for not only this chapter but also another chapter in his story "Shadows of Thought" as well. I hope you guys will enjoy this collab. I had a fun time editing and combining our thoughts together to create two beautiful poems.
To read the other poem, click the username above and go on "Shadows of Thought".
Enjoy!
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I remember when the voice had first awoken me.
I was paralyzed with fear, and my eyes were full of tears.
The prophecy foretold, of which only I could see.
But in the face of armageddon, no one really cares.
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I screamed in the beautiful ballroom.
Where masquerade dancers payed no attention, as blood poured from my eyes,
A disastrous rain draped the night's sky.
The moon, it seemed, was sacred. As it shown in distant brilliant light, which illuminated the creatures, caught within my sight,
We took up arms in defense
While those who donned the dancers mask, refused to see our plight
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Such fools they are.
Why can't they see?
That we are all completely doomed
The night now roars, the dancers form
Into a vision I once dreamed.
I hark the voice, it speaks once more.
And makes me tremble at my very core.
Perhaps this tournament is a dream,
But what could dream up you and me?
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Maybe we're the nightmares.
The selfish, malice, demons of some unknown creatures sleep.
Perhaps that's why we dance, or hide behind the masks,
For this might just explain, why the dreams can never last.
Or why no one dancing, ever really sees,
The creatures or the voices that have brought me to my knees.
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I know I must listen and peel open my eyes,
But this is such a horrid sight.
Push with your might! You must remember!
There's so much more we have yet to discover!
And now that no one is awake.
I'm back in that damned room where music plays, the people sing.
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Now we're wondering if this dream is worth finishing
I see no vermin that need to be crushed,
I bring myself down to a haunted hush.
I look around the room, and alas, I see you dancing along with the dashing blind folk
The lady in blue fits perfectly in your arms
Yes it's true, that she is new and full of radiance.
A distraction to convey formal innocence
Maybe here is where I'll make my entrance.
To take the stage, and perform my rage.
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No woman can be this pure,
No dance can, from this madness, lure.
I believe I know those eyes, painted glass, beneath the mask.
The symbol of our loves demise.
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And I can tell, you no longer see, or hear, the things that torment me.
You've forgotten the voice's words
The horrors and sights, I know you saw and heard.
But now she has stolen you,
For I see you wear her mask.
She is the snake that lies within this dream.
Now I only wonder, what does that make me?
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Within Eternal Flames
PoetryA time before you I barely made it through Though when I did I sacrificed so much that I believed I was a new Reality was, I was dangerously confused. I had forgotten who I was and did whatever I could to find out who the girl was that stood in the...
