Shadows of the Light

From the well of the lonely, her voice doth arise.
It carries through the endless skies.
Those who hear are troubled by her song.
Her shattered life had lived itself too long.

Once upon a time, a queen.
Now, the death of endless dreams
wakes within a shell of emptiness.
Praying for a great forgetfulness.

Time had lost eternal meaning.
Space became a graceless sheen
of darkness where the banshees screamed.
Dimensions opened into everywhere.

Alone, she tried to face the mighty glare.
Touching close, but not quite there.
Reaching out, then shrinking back in fright.
Shivering in shadows of the light.

From the well of the lonely, her voice did arise.
It carried through the endless skies.
Those who heard were troubled by her song.
Her shattered life had lived itself too long.

But still - the pain
lived on
and on
and on...

? Michaelette ?

8/26/2003
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