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A Stranger's Face
Contributed by
BaronHawk
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Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 02:07:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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There I stood,
upon the middle steps,
upon the cusps of change,
upon this earthly stage.
What was has gone,
into the night,
all that's to be,
are dawned and nigh.
As I look,
into the mirrowed lake,
I saw a face,
that did'nt quite fit.
What I saw,
was a stranger's face,
that told me tales,
of a stranger's fate.
In his eyes,
a heavy sadness rest,
but in his heart,
the tears are all but dry.
In his soul,
a pool of lonesome fears,
but his dreams,
has long begun to die.
Upon his brows,
a wrinkled forehead lined,
his toughts and worries,
the burdens of his times.
Upon his face,
a downcast angled frown,
a man who's lost,
and hope will never find.
And then he spoke,
with words that grief designed,
"I am he,"
"Alas this fate is mine."
*...for those who delight in the sunlight of the day it is well and fine to dream of clear blue skies, but for those who suffer crouched in the darkness of twilight there are none but the discarded embers of forgotten dreams and broken lives...*
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BaronHawk
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2004-09-09 14:07:13]
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Re: A Stranger's Face
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by shelby on
Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 03:52:54 PM AEST
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so lovely
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Re: A Stranger's Face
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by Fionndruinne on
Thursday, 9th September 2004 @ 06:26:44 PM AEST
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This was very powerful. The whole piece spoke to me. Especially the ending.
I'm not entirely free from the fear that my dreams will fade away to naught, so this came home to me. Also the language was masterful. Whatever else cometh, you are a poet, my friend.
Slàn
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