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[title] => Angel
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The legend says that 'round this time When you can hear the sleigh bells chime That on the peak of Starlight Top The hill where all the snowflakes drop Appears an angel at the top I hear them say she comes each night To gaze upon the moonlight bright And if it happens, that you should be The one she touches, then you'll see A wish be granted, just for thee So on this night out in the snow I went to find the angel's glow To wish for something dear to me To see the smiles, to be friendly And she can cure me, only she On top the peak I waited still Until the night began to chill I want to see this angel's glow To be the very first to know While here I wait within the snow :Night So now it's midnight (Twelve o'clock) And still I wait on top a rock I watch the moon, it shines so bright And lighting up the starry night As I continue to just sit tight Now one past midnight (Twelve o'one) And still I wait in Night's own sun I watch that moon, it has a glow It makes the town seem white as snow As I continue to just sit so Now two past midnight (Twelve o'two) And still I wait for who knows who I watch the moon, it's going down It shifts the shadows in the town As I continue without a frown Now three past midnight (Twelve o'three) And still I wait so patiently I watch the moon in it's full bloom And it's pure beauty does consume Me like it's baby in her womb Half past midnight (Twelve thirty) And now I wait impatiently I watch the moon now growing small There is no angel, none at all I weep as snow begins to fall :Morning I'm back at home, inside of town Asleep in bed, my head face-down I'm waken by the whispering Of people with peculiar things To say about this mystic thing This mystic thing, I do not know I went to someone and asked him so "What is this mystic thing you saw? It seems to me your still in awe Please tell me what is that you saw?" "My my, young boy, it was a dream To actually see the angel's gleam A rock he sat on through the night Amazed by how the moon shone bright My my, young boy, it was a sight" "But that can't be, she wasn't there It was a he? But who, but where?" It wasn't till I realized The idea had me mesmerized And had me nonetheless surprised They talk of a being on Starlight Top The hill where all the snowflakes drop Who sits past midnight, one, two, three Adoring how the moon floats free And who'd a thought that he was me My wish came true 'cause now I do What others might find hard to do To be the angel of the legend And see the smiles until the end Of winter - it's what I do intend It's not too hard to comprehend The moon will be my nightly friend At break of day I will descend And sleep through day till night again THE END [comments] => 3 [counter] => 574 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Jonny_Angel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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