Prelude to an Opera Singer - JMV
Silver tinted water falls descend from my soul. My tears fall as I grieve for my lost destiny. Never ending harmonies that played in my inner being slowly diminish and I finally recognize what must be.
Vibrant colors golden and ginger that once made sunshine, send powerful rushes of the red that is now my blood and The heavy transparent blanket that is reality settles on my corpse and my pillow is acceptance. Sugar plums turn to dust and dream’s of greatness fall to the rich moist earth.
Come to my funeral, there will be jesters to stick needles in my heart and hot coal’s under my tongue.
Then you shall hear me sing. Oh such sweet notes shall my pain create as the dark sky glistens with Moonlight and the beam’s will dance as my soul is finally put to rest.
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