•Call The Fallen, Track #4•
{Inspired by a mix of two greatly similar songs, Apollo I: The Writing Writer and The Telling Truth. Once again, from the beloved band Coheed and Cambria.}
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{Though the poem is very enigmatic, the concept is of children awakening after a firestorm to learn that they themselves are holders of flame.}
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In the cerise that bleeds and dies
Watch the Angels as they cry
In the toss of the moon and the cookie crumbs that
Sing
To the wavering, black-milk tides
Desolate, here they rise
O sigh, girls and guys, like flies
How can they find the jewels?
That sparkle, like ash of blue
By the feet, and the faces it drew
Why...
Why...
This hand now riven
Stain, charred-ghost prison
To the marshlands
Of the chocolate
To me, to you
In the whispers of the dew
Now two, they walk
To this stairway, down and down of chalk
Turn around in the auroras!
So creep-creep, here comes the ending!
Prisoners, we are to this storm!
So creep-creep, here comes the ending now
Bye-Bye
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Call The Fallen
FantasyA collection of poems, comprised of my own personal album. Each has a concept behind it, and is inspired, or even plays to the tune of songs that Iove by other bands. Enjoy.
