I whisper
But you can hear me if you choose
I lift the broken leaves
That steal beneath your shoes
'It's just the wind,' you think
But you couldn't be more wrong
If you listen closely,
You can hear my song
The winter spirit flies
Through unearthly land
Where the man of the elements falls
The staff of spirit in his hand
Hold your breath and tie your hands
You're struggling to breathe
Losing sight of who you love
Welcome to the realm of the bereaved.
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If I could live my life as a rhyme, I would.
Salutations down below. For I am your guardian, young fellow. I am your shadow following you all day. If there is trouble, I'll lead the way. In the night I am your moon.
(Half rushed - may rewrite when I get in βΊ). They see me in the moonlight. They see me in the sun. I scare them at twilight. But my job is never done. They see me by the graves now.
At my grave you stand,. I watch you then take your hand. You may not feel me, I know that too,. But I'm standing here, if only you knew. "Mother, I'm here" I want to scream and shout,.
Ferry me across the lake, Along these deathly waters, To my resting family, My brothers, sons and daughters.
"Nancy, if it wasn't for you I'd never see what it was like to have a best friend.
Wait. That one word could have saved a life. The life of my best friend, whom I had known since as long as I could remember, and just one simple word could have saved her. Wait.
A wisp of life, But not quite dead, No giggles of joy, No tears to be shed. A silent girl, Reserved and shy, She's had her chance, She doesn't want to die.
I see your face here at my window, Your eyes pierce my soul through the glass, Your spirit, it haunts me for closure, I won't let this moment e'er pass.
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