Long Before
The darkened skies above
silence now the turtle dove;
Always push comes to shove
when blinded by wayward love.
No more do roses bloom
just outside this shadowed room;
Everything left too soon
while they danced to piper’s tune.
Nothing was meant to last
underneath the curses cast;
Not one has been so fast
as to have outrun their past.
Some will always await
the old twisted hand of fate;
It struggles with the gate
and the feelings found too late.
Has been said one last priest
is in battle with the beast;
From a time long deceased
only one will be released.
Walked in a diff’rent form
as this passed through winter’s storm;
Saw it all late one morn
long before I had been born.
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