13 December 2012
Twinkling lights, Shining through,
The canopy of leaves,
From the earth you see the moon,
Above the forests trees,
On the ground a blanket lies,
A white sheet of snow,
From a long dead rain cloud,
That had frozen long ago,
The half thawed ice still holds,
The cold of a long dark winter,
Amongst the cold crystals,
Is a soaking piece of paper,
With words smudged in blue,
Flowing across the page,
A magic smell used,
By a travelling Mage,
Torn from a book,
Dropped to the ground,
Its content is so secretive,
But it's just waiting to be found,
Along come heavy footsteps,
That Crunch through the snow,
Heavy boots of leather,
Hit the earth below,
The man sees the sheet,
Stops near it and stares,
Mumbles the smudged spell,
Just Freezes and glares,
At the piece of paper,
Lying innocently on the floor,
His eyes bore on to it,
Looking to its core,
To the heart of the curse,
He had put upon himself,
The curse of immortality,
Everlasting health,
Seeing all you love die,
Too scared to make friends,
It's the like the girl with the silver heart,
All over again.
Just Waiting To Be Found • Opuss № I