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Silence fades the sun is born

Darkness wanes once forlorn.

Touch the sky the heart is bare

Love the wounds for it is rare

Pain echos deep inside

In empty hall the tears abide

Not to see this wounded bird

Cradled in the hand of a small child

Empty tears of pain of years defiled.

Reaching once the hand now fell,

Landing against the cold glass cell.

Locked away behind doors and walls

Within touch ,voice no longer falls.

Spread it's blackend wings,

Singed with loss and sorrow sings.

Before the mirror stood,

Not if they could come but would.

Reaching out a bare fist

Struggling she does twist

Reaching for the key dangled

Just outside her reach entangled

The barest brush her finger paws,

A voice laughs,key withdrawls.

The Light dims and fades

Once more in shadow cascades

Wings fall defeated and bare

Hope forlorned It does tare.

Closing her eyes she waits

the sun rises she debates.

You tell me of a place where there is no hate

A place where they are so many like us with this fate.

Spoke of a place we could call home,

Be welcomed with opened arms, never alone.

Whispered fancifully of brethren who stood strong,

After all those stories I wondered for so long.

Places where the gifted were still loved

Where we didnt have to hide and keep our touch gloved.

Not locked away behind walls of ice and steel

A place where we were allowed to feel.

I seen this place once at your side,

And yet with you I swore it died.

That world is full of politics and lables,

Of power plays, squabbles and fables.

I see the light you thought you saw,

I touched the glass and burnt out raw.

A few I found and still I hear your words,

Those like us with dreams not for birds.

Dare I reach and see if it is glass,

WIll it shatter only to impale my heart at last?

No more stories and no more lies,

In the end , will it be i who dies.

I sit in the shadows my palm against the glass,

Silently I watch as the images amass.

Promises of no more pain and no more hate,

To leave this world behind the great debate.

Crimson droplets paint the ground,

silence echoing the only left sound.

To feel once more I shatter the glass

Felt the shards penetrate deep at last.

I am flawed, but the flaws are beautiful in and of themselves

I am broken but the breaks are pure and razor sharp

and the scarlet flows from my woundsin a scarlet flood

Only to shatter on the cold desolate ground below.

Promises of no more wounds, no more fear

No more loss of everything I've held dear.

The end of Razor tears and caste asides,

To drink from the golden cup and chose sides.

I sit in the shadows my back against the wall

So much blood it all once did fall.

To drink from the golden cup and face defeat,

becuase only poison could be that sweet.

Razor tears for marble faces, never seen the lines it traces,

From the outside she's as cold as ice,she's their stone giver of

advice One more loss and one more heartbreak, one more dead what can

she take To numb a thousand unfallen tears.

One more smile and another mask,Another fake laugh and they wont ask

One more to save and the demons play, another healed who really can't

stay One more chuckle and one more coy look, One more debate and one

more book, One more day that she'll never look back. One morelove that

left and wont come back one , One more day to face, One more wound to

heal that leaves no trace. One more path she has to walk, another

political talk. One more race and one more fight, One more saved

don't need the light.

She's raised her pack her children grown, The only way she's ever

known. Lifts her chin her gaze is strong, they can't see her worlds

gone wrong. One more loss and one more heartbreak, one more dead what

can she take. To numb a thousand unfallen tears.

One more flicker of flame and one more manipulative game, One more

line to talk and one more talk to walk. Another smile and one more

rule to abide, One more compition and they'll never see it's killing

her inside.

The stolen child by heather alexander



(Come away, human child To the water

Come away, human child To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand)



Where dips the rocky highland Of sleuth wood in the lake

There lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats; There weve hid our faery vats

Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries

(chorus)

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light

Far off by furthest rosses We foot it all the night

Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep

(chorus)

Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above glen-car

In pools among the rushes The scarce could bathe a star

We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears

We give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams

(chorus)

Away with us hes going The solemn-eyed:

Hell hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside;

Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast

Or see the brown mice bob Around and around the oatmeal-chest



For he comes, the human child To the water

He comes, the human child To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

Human child Human child With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand...

Than he can understand... He can understand...