I know not whence these words come from.
It is the moonlight tonight, my lady, there is none. On such black nights, something stirs deeply in my soul, and the pen thus writes with the glittery ink of starlight upon the parchment of my spirit... beware of me on such nights milady, for I am then a wolf that prowls in the midnight meadow, a beast hungry for things that escape it, always there, always lurking at the edge of darkness, whispering sweet words in the murk of stars that the heart dares not utter under the merciless glare of the Sun.
On such nights you are with me, my lady. You hold my hand in my dreams. Your sweet kisses fall gently upon my secret heart. Your words caress me, warm me against the cold winds of solitude. You are my inspiration, my woe and my joy. You are the beauty to my beast, and I dare not utter thy name. Nay, I hath no breath for it, you took it all away...
Just a little something to spill when the Moon is not looking. ;)
A za one koji se možda prisjete istoimene pjesme:
Lady Greensleeves
Plemići, samo na lovu misle... :p
-G.
Post je objavljen 09.01.2005. u 02:55 sati.