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The Silhouette



One day whilst weeping,
I saw,
The silhouette,
Of a man in fall.

While words begin to stream,
Through vauge dialoge,
Dreamt was a dream,
As curiosity called.

He said,
'Keep this screen for saftey,
Keep this door closed,
For I may speak gentlely,
But it is I you'll never know.'

"However show me,
Speech so lush in beauty,
So I may breathe them in.
And feel life."

So I sang,
A tune for him,
With a melodic tone,
Which reached to many realms,
And Shattered the bones.

Yet he conducted,
What I sung,
Listened carefully,
To the beating of my drum.

Oh,
How he warned me,
To never take him for love,
For the pain,
Would overcome.

Over time my melancholic song,
Became mellifluous,
And strong,
But do I wonder,
Should I ever admit,
To his dangerous nature,
A crime I'd commit.

So I tugged,
At the door,
To find,
A mirror I once adored...