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[aid] => mick
[title] => Waltzing in darkness to the heartbeats of wooden marionettes, The child's dream
[time] => 2010-08-03 11:19:55
[hometext] => Continues... I'm not sure what this was...some kind of fantasy story kick. I think I was inspired by a song we played in my orchestra called Waltz Of The Wicked. It was beautiful. This poem can be counted in 3/4 time just like a waltz.
[bodytext] => Turn off the light and close the door So I can better see your face. The light in your eyes is blinding me But I can not look away. The moon casts shadows in the dark Reflecting, portraying your perfect bone structure Your kiss is full, and deep, and warm. The darkness is not the true evil In this world... In this world... Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? Is it the heart that is learning to love Or the eyes that will never truly see? Counting in three-four time Our hearts keeping tempo, they're beating the rhythm For love is blind, and binding like music Dancing the Waltz of the Wicked For love is unkind, and binding like puppet strings Dancing the Waltz of the Wicked Turn off the light and close the door The puppeteer can't see the strings in here Few know they exist, even in the dim light They glow as we dance in longing. Our eyes adjust to the darkness and now The light is a white-hot pain in our lives I'll hide my darkness, my love, in your eyes For no one will think to look here In this world... In this world... Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? Is it the puppets who glide 'cross the floor Or the hands that cannot completely control? Counting in three-four time Our hearts keeping tempo, they're beating the rhythm For love is blind, and binding like music Dancing the Waltz of the Wicked For love is unkind, and binding like puppet strings Dancing the Waltz of the Wicked [comments] => 5 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 40 [informant] => NovemberMayhem [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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