Under the distant moon,
alone she plays her harp.
Hidden within the shadows
the music breaks her heart.
In the cemetery she performs,
a haunting musical delight.
war betwixt angels and demons
is frozen just for this night.
Treasured is each note,
that bewilder untrained minds.
Bewitched are the stars,
that on the river shine.
What brings sorrow to some,
to others brings cheer.
The freedom of song
is priceless and dear.
alone she plays her harp.
Hidden within the shadows
the music breaks her heart.
In the cemetery she performs,
a haunting musical delight.
war betwixt angels and demons
is frozen just for this night.
Treasured is each note,
that bewilder untrained minds.
Bewitched are the stars,
that on the river shine.
What brings sorrow to some,
to others brings cheer.
The freedom of song
is priceless and dear.
Written Nov 07
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I love that while your poetry is quite dark it is still diverse.
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