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"...and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted Nevermore."
on a sweet scented summer day with the ashes falling from the sky the ashes he once loved for they blinded him from light the light he feared most for darkness gave him hope felt secure under the ashes but he was just like a ghost upon the touch of velvet leaves more than the blessings of a fairy a ghost holding on to hope and beauty from his hope had poured his hope was his armour,his shield and sword and he bled for sorrow as he cut them both both hope and sorrow,both of them died slow slowly anguishing his heart,slowly killing off his soul "maybe one day i will walk amongst the clowds and hope that i will never ever again will have to hope" as his mother walked inside the stained stone room he thought his heart had blown and fear he had felt soon she had told him to kill the thoughts and evil words and then he will be worthy to go and walk the world now she said just that she found a pen and paper there that was lying on the table those two were for his prayers "and prayers now need i write here in the dark? can even god hear me? this place is just too far" and the story goes on he hoped and hoped once more and written down his hopes a book of evil lore every day he wrote and asked for just one more piece of paper for his prayers his moher coultn't know his inspiration was his hole through wich he saw the sun and the night as he became more weakened,was he damned? ...when he lost his hope he felt like the sun fell into the scarlet waves,waves that once guided his sorrow into words...and for the first time in his life he began to cry...as he cried before only in dreams. "dreadful fate i have to face words are not enough to express the meaning of pain saw through the light the light i hate so much yet my eyes adore" he supressed his words he closed his eyes he shut his mind he once again had killed his soul whilst one day he heard the raindrops pour on his papers making noise a rhytm dim ears loved it awakened him once more felt him sick no more he didn't no more he then closed his thoughts the sweet water in his soul was once again allowed to flow the music from his voice was sweet sweet as the poems he had wrote it took him to another world it took him once again to hope but soon his mother heard her son not praying any more but a rough,devilish noise for her ears it was a curse then the child had his lips sown and his cursed fingers cut for the mother saw his poems where his prayers she had sought then she smiled and loked at him and said the devil is no more no more will she let him be closed in that house of bloody walls ...and then the child feared for the moment that he felt was near...he was afraid to look at the clouds,to breathe the sweet air he lusted for all those years...he feared it woultn't be as he imagined,he played outside when he was little but that all seemed so far away,he now coultn't tell if it was true or dream. he feared it not to be a dream he felt sorry he coultn't write it all down into words or sing the notes the nature wrote or cry to wash his eyes from hope soon he stepped out that door the door he hated and he loved a door that stood between his hope and pain once more he walked and saw the azure sky the grey clouds turned away and 'hold the sun smiled at his happiness the hated light our boy now loved but no more that a moment took his grasp on the green grass and the red flowers for the sun had turned away and the clouds came back and flowed on his innocent soul they rained on his tears that were now sand and on the velvet petaled flower he soon dropped from his hand and the earth swirled around him like in the poems once he wrote he was sad yet still excited for 'twas that for he faught he laughed,he cried,he sang once more on this great stage we call life he was just another actor who lost his character and role he looked up and he felt lifted and as a hole in his brick wall he found his way there trough the drops of rain his own hate had outpoured his body fell when he was gone as a flower fell to rain as a wave fell into shore and as his hope fell from his pain as the pain fell from his ghost ...and then he fell across the morning sky becoming a bleeding cloud that still shadows the world today looking to smile at others like him and refill them with hope,his own hope,like other clouds before and again yet he hoped that never more.
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