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Twilight has gone and dawn has come
Both in the sky and in my heart:
Time is not yet for us to part,
We shall be still gifted with some
Bright mornings together;
I feel my spirit lift off-ground,
Soar up into the atmosphere,
And the sun’s warm light melt my fear,
I truly hope the world around
Retains this nice weather.
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Pathetic fallacy. Or is it?
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Le calme plane au dessus de ma tête
Attendant, cette cruelle et affamée bête
Soudain, avec une grande lenteur,
Voila ses crocs s’enfonçant dans ma chair, douleur !
Proie tentant faiblement de se débattre
Je compte chaque seconde : une, deux, trois, quatre,
Et ma vision s’efface dans le noir
De l’ennui insidieux dont ma vie est miroir.
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You had it all: power, money, fame, oh… and love,
You were perfect, so pure and of us all, above
But when night came and it was time to go to bed
Your body froze, your heart came to a stop and fled.
What was it you could not bear? What dark memories,
So twisted they came haunting your night reveries?
Your soul was strong, always firmly stuck to the ground,
When did you lose yourself in this flurry of sound…?
Oh why did I not see? Did I not read the sign?
You had it all: power and love, both theirs and mine.
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King – Lauren Aquilina
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L’horizon à mes pieds
Ne m’entoure ni me sied,
Ma soif de liberté
Ne peut être sustentée,
À qui la voit grandir
Et, par la force, brandir
Mes espoirs et mes peurs,
Par là chassant ma torpeur,
Ne me retenez point,
Que mon esprit vole loin !
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A l’heure où les fleurs fanent
Sur la tombe dorée
Et où les esprits glanent
Les bribes colorées
De souvenirs passés,
Ces corps vivants lassés
Qui marchent à pas lourds
Sur des chemins étroits
Et vivent à rebours
Le temps qu’on leur octroi,
Ne voient l’étincelante
Beauté de la galante
Dame qu’est la nature,
Reine de toute vie,
De toutes leurs envies
D’amour et d’aventure.
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Let us meet again when it is all said and done
Under the lush pine tree atop the grassy hill,
Leave quarrels to the past and in the wind be gone,
Let our new friendship grow as warms the morning chill.
My heart shall be lighter then, than it is today
For among my brothers many fell in the fray
And I can feel my soul haunted by this vision.
War is not the answer but a grand illusion.
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If you knew, what would you do?
Sometimes I truly wonder.
Always in the black of night
For she is ever my muse,
As I watch the sky, dark blue,
Stars and their endless yonder,
Wishing to be a brave knight
Not bearing any excuse.
What if I were brave enough?
Tell me, what would you do then?
What if I had the courage
To show, if push came to shove,
That I am not one to bluff
And to say, without the pen
– Far from its sure moorage -,
That you are the one I love?
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Life has been long though it feels short,
It’s been both empty and so full,
‘Till the end I shall hold the fort
Until th’trigger I cannot pull.
I know you think of me a fool
But I am a man of honor
So goodbye friend – Oh life is cruel! –
Now I shall wait in this manner
Until comes he, the destined knight,
The one to prevail in this fight,
No matter how long is the wait
This is my long-awaited fate.
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The monsters inside your head
Are but shadows of your dread,
Don’t fear the darkest of night
For it is then that comes light!
As the cold cloud lifts away
Freeing your soul from the grey
And your heart beats strong again,
And your eyes see yond the pain…
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“What does not kill us…”, as they say.
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In the heavens, stars are hidden,
Far over the misty valley
Night has come ever so slowly,
Now they awaken, the seven.
Soulless red eyes, always watching,
None can escape their piercing gaze,
Trapping them all inside the maze
Of their own lives, their thoughts catching.
Only a god or a madman
Would dare defy the curator,
Would dare to meet their creator,
To go back where it all began.
At first it was the only way,
Whether or not it was correct,
To keep them safe and to protect,
To keep the other ones at bay,
But as time passed it never stopped,
Dark waves, one after the other,
From the belly of earth mother
Until every freedom was dropped…
And now the seven awaken,
As the black veil covers the sky,
Far over the clouds, where stars fly;
Who can reclaim what was taken?
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Tales of Ore 