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The fire dances with the shadows with a solemn silent beauty And though one is warm and other cold they seem made for one another They lived and danced to their own rhythm and with that, their hearts were content To them the world was unimportant just a spectator to the dance Entered then the careless clouds they just wanted to dance along The clouds were moved by dancing beauty and with the beauty came the tears They cried of joy for happier times the tears of joy seemed never ending And yet everything must come to an end The tears, alas, they killed the flames Death, as we know, comes paired with sorrow the shadows suffered great that d

He stood amongst the better men a violin was in his hands he drew a chord, it left a cry a woeful sigh of sad regret The sigh, alas, was heard by one the one the sigh would most affect the one, in turn, then struck a chord a woeful sigh of sad regret And he, in turn, then heard the chord he wished he never struck his own for guilt was now part of his cry a woeful sigh of sad regret He and The One then left a tear they shared it with a single glance they looked away, then shrugged and left a woeful sigh of sad regret

So he touched the pilot with the tip of his fingers, touched him on the chest and could feel nothing. Ofcourse, that was to be expected of a hologram, but it was an unsettling sensation when experienced for the first time nevertheless. Holographic technology had progressed to the point where real and fake could no longer be determined with the human eye. Insects could. Something about a different visible spectrum, but trust me when I tell you that I am no expert on this area. Anyway, these were different times. Robot technology, transportation, biochemical and biophysical science had all progressed dramatically, and society had changed consi

The darker side of happiness looms in a secret place where hope still lies, forever shattered buried with a broken sword The brighter side of darkness the sword shall be reforged its blade is scarred, forever weakened but still ready for a fight The brighter side of happiness the foes are overcome their blood now spilt, but you are fine bury the broken sword The darker side of darkness through blood, you're still alone Accursed by blade with bloody stains your tears will soon turn red

A sole crow flew at morning light its beak was shut and sealed A squawk would warn the hunter that was lurking in the field The crow knew not what it had done to earn the hunter's hate The hunter just thought it was fun he knew not of his fate Silently the black crow aproached its talons sharp and set it clawed at hunter's exposed throat and left with its claws wet Hunter knew not what he had done to earn the black crow's hate The crow just clawed in self defense the hunter's death was fate

Once upon a kitten paw I gave a lady cat my claw I held it out and asked for hers I can't forget the way she purrs The whiskers lined her kitten cheek so nicely other tomcats seek to meet her and lie fur to fur but that will not ever occur The days on the fence have passed and we both knew they would not last Remember what I used to do I sang and then recieved a shoe So, once upon a kitten paw I offered lady cat my claw she smiled and put her paw in mine now we both purr and life is fine

The moon dropped a tear when the wolf howled at night and the stars were all awed at the magical sight The trees gave a cheer for the music in dark and the skies gave a toast as the wolf left his mark The water shivered had nothing to say and the earth was just still as it listened at bay The wolf then rejoiced at his marvelous crowd and he howled one last time yes, he howled it out loud

"Wings are overrated,"she said to me when I once again couldn't fly. But I wasn't convinced at all, for I never failed to notice the joy in her eyes when she was in the sky. It was greater than anything possible with your feet on the ground. That's what her eyes told me mercilessly. She wasn't her eyes, though, and she tried to spare me with kind lies. Merciful as she was, and no matter how much I loved her, I couldn't help but hate her for the beautiful wings with wonderful white feathers on her back. So it didn't hurt as much as it should have when I called her a liar and pushed her away, leaving the room. She, an angel, stood hurt and sad

A storm blew in my sky I flew against the winds it was strong, but I was stubborn for I would not change my path Fought the wind for my pride fought the sky for glory with my wings, my heart won't waver I chose my way with my soul Then my wings were shattered but I refused to fall flapped them in wreathing agony blood sprayed through the many cuts I wreathed and I suffered felt the pain on my back my wings shake and my wings shudder but I fly nevertheless

Tears touched my cheek feeling I'd forgotten eyes had been dry for many years but now they were wet Then I noticed that the tears on my cheek were yours, not mine shed by us both from your craving heart Tears were my fault because I tried to steal the grave sorrow hidden in you that you would not share Tears were your fault I wanted to help you you kept distance pushed me away from your lonely soul Then the sun fell and we both sealed the night with a sweet kiss right before you left Tears forgotten but never the feeling my soul now fixed your soul healing not beyond repair And right before you turned round the co