Born of baptismal fire
Filled with the doubt of a sacred stone
A sentinel of cold sorrow
Between the coming of night and day
A silence so profound
Where none may lead or follow
A belief comes from within
A tide that flows from deep inside
Reach out to the rising sun
As its' light touches and controls
between the dead and the sleeping
Where only sorrow does console
Standing apart from life and conscience
In a span across the waters
Reaching deep within each soul
Far beyond the lost horizon
Where storms gather in the night
Each a spark of light now breaking
In the coldest of hearts
Reach out to the rising sun
As its' light touches and controls
between the dead and the sleeping
Where only sorrow does console
Far beyond all reach and calling
Never to come back ever again...
Author notes
Option #2: Amaranth - Nightwish
A contest entry
- Music Inspiration BIG POINTS!! by forethought.
1025 points, ended December 19, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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