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- Ballad in Plain D
- I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.
- With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.
- I courted her proudly but now she is gone,
- Gone as the season she's taken.
- Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away
- From her mother and sister, though close did they stay.
- Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,
- With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
- Of the two sisters, I loved the young.
- With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.
- The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
- By the jealousy of others around her.
- For her parasite sister, I had no respect,
- Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.
- Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
- As a crutch for her scenes and her society.
- Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,
- The changes I was going through can't even be used,
- For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
- The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.
- With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip
- A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,
- Noticing not that I'd already slipped
- To a sin of love's false security.
- From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,
- Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,
- Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,
- What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
- And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,
- The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.
- At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
- Tumbled all down into pieces.
- "The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,
- "Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"
- And I in my armor, turning about
- And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.
- Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
- Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.
- And she in between, the victim of sound,
- Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.
- All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
- I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
- My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
- Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.
- The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
- The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
- I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
- Will be fully aware of how precious she is.
- Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
- "How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
- And I answer them most mysteriously,
- "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
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