.simple song of clarity.
.interweave the melody.
.fearless cry of purest tune.
.bleeding ‘neath a silver moon.

.long i sought and did not find.
.a simple heart, a complex mind.
.roaming ‘cross the regions vast.
.haunted by a shattered past.

.the gold was false, the allies frauds.
.thinking of themselves as gods.
.fools, that filled their heads with air.
.and were at last caught in my snare.

.once, the angels sang with me.
.once, the skies did i set free.
.the stars rejoiced, the moon did smile.
.blinded to my silvered guile.

.and still the stars hear every strain.
.still the moon laughs in refrain.
.to music that springs from my soul.
.the notes that at your heartstrings pull.

.but the angels, do i scorn.
.their tears are useless and forlorn.
.they gave me this, my seraph shell.
.but inside lurks the soul of hell.

**a simple grouping of verses, but what magic the lines hold. the great poet can transform all the mundane, all the unextraordinary, into a tale of lore and tragic sorcery. weave the tale, o bard, o wanderer, whom lowers her head and strokes her harp with the touch of a wind goddess to the gentle chimes of her own calm voice. the one who may color the adventures without distorting the truth is gifted indeed, for ‘tis a fine line to be walked with care. i would not presume to call myself one endowed with such skills; that is for others to judge with their own criteria**

.what say you, my sisters?.

**quiet lyrics play within her head, a thousand concepts, a million melodies, whirling in seeming pandemonium in the crushing manifold dimensions of her soul. yet the mind of the lonely soloist extracts the purest, the most beauteous and yet the darkest, creating sense from the confusion, drawing threads of fine silk from the turmoil of rougher cotton. oh, i could harp on for years and still have more to say, but i shan’t bore you. what comes often, loses its special quality, and to ruin such verses with the curse of commonality would be ever such a shame, ne?**

~siren~

[.tenebrific steed melts back into humble abode..to ponder each moment..understand sensation.]