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Garrick Allan Poem
We once were together as one
by
Garrick
So tell me now where did you go
That dark night of sorrow and of plight
Your heart for me you left behind
Passing with harrow harsh pain
So deep inside a cold blade does twist
Did my blood cause your flight
Your heart from me you took away
Departing in haste, a hallow agony
We once were one, far from all fear
Then walked with cheer through trouble always near
My heart was yours, you left anyway
Vanished in heated hot blood boiling
But back you came, together again
Two travelers in a strange lit dream
Our hearts no claim, one just the same
Embarked in hope, hurling through some unrequited life
Copyright © Garrick Allan | Year Posted 2012
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For what dreams do you bring us,
With your champions pronounced in deeds,
And how many maids wait with longings in between?
Bring us dreams of golden tomorrows dear Edelweiss.
How many have fallen for you high one?
Your royal stems, petals so noble,
Above us you flourish in wait,
For how do your dreams bloom for such feats of valiance?
Tell me Edelweiss,
How many brave lovers dare to touch your promise?
For who with a bosom full of hope do you give
In dreams of golden tomorrows, hopes so noble?
Oh Edelweiss leave me my heart,
Your rich favor in elevation of grace,
Ringing in my dreams do you torment,
With promises empty as the air you breathe.
Copyright © Garrick Allan | Year Posted 2012
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Dragged over the field went your man of such valor.
Unaided by those above, left to the fury of that rage,
Of who took down so many to find the heart of truth,
On that foreign land so long ago.
For who wept longer than you dear lady,
When the son of Peleus took what was yours?
On that foreign land, so long ago.
How do I wipe your tears,
When so long ago did your heart break?
To see him, that one so noble,
Disfigured behind that cruel chariot.
Who held you close
On that grievous day, so long ago?
Now a spoil to the very madness,
That came across the Aegean to your step.
Taking down with swords to flesh.
The sharp blades and the gore,
And what did befall you?
So long ago.
For your loss I do give this one gift
A secret shrine deep within my mind,
Now on quiet nights do I light the censor,
And remember those tears on that tender cheek.
So long ago.
Copyright © Garrick Allan | Year Posted 2012
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