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In the realm of endless twilight, where time itself stands still,
A lost soul wanders through the night, against her broken will.
Her name, once sung with joy and pride, now lost to the abyss,
In search of home, she roams wide, a ghost of what is missed.
“Where is the light?” she pleads to stars, that flicker cold and high,
“Where is the peace?” beyond the scars, beneath the mournful sky.
For she had known a love so deep, it anchored her to life,
But in its wake, left her to weep, amidst eternal strife.
Her lover, true, had met his end, by hands of twisted fate,
And with his last, he did send, her through the veiled gate.
A portal to a realm unknown, where souls are left to roam,
And there she drifts, forever thrown, away from hearth and home.
The twisted part, the cruel jest, that fate had spun so well,
Was that her love, her final quest, was trapped as well, a parallel.
He, too, a specter in the gloom, a shadow of the past,
Together yet apart, their doom, forever bound to last.
For centuries, they searched in vain, their whispers in the wind,
A symphony of love and pain, of a bond that sinned.
For in their life, they had defied, the laws of land and crown,
A love forbidden, they had tried, to hide from wrath come down.
Now cursed to wander, never to find, the solace of the grave,
Their only solace, in their mind, the memories they save.
Yet hope, it flickers, a fragile flame, in the heart that beats no more,
For love, it calls, it speaks a name, it opens a new door.
One twilight eve, as fate would have, their paths did cross again,
In the realm of shadows, they halve, the distance of their pain.
“My love,” she cried, “At last, you’re near,” her voice a broken song,
“My heart,” he said, “I’ve found you here,” where both of them belong.
Together now, they seek a way, to break the curse that binds,
To find the light, to end the sway, of the dark that blinds.
And in their quest, they come to see, the truth that lies within,
That home is where you’re meant to be, and where love does begin.
So long, long, long, this poem weaves, a tale of love and loss,
A story that the heart believes, no matter what the cost.
For even in the darkest night, love is the guiding star,
It leads us back, it brings the light, it shows us who we are.
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This is just amazingly poignant and heartfelt. How do you do this? You got mad skills in the poetry/ballad department.
Thank you very much! I’m a lyricist with good reason; I’m also a musician. That’s probably why my poetry is good. Well, and a little bit of OCD kinda helps the perfectionist side of things. 😎
That’s cool! You got it for sure!
Thank you! 😎