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Tears for my Beloved

Colors swirl within my mind
Emotions whirl but I am blind
These tears for my beloved fall
Calm amid the raging squall
I fall down hard upon my knees
I miss you unbearably, return to me please
You took me in, in my time of need
I feel you died because of my greed
I collapse weakly amid my sorrow
I may be with you by the 'morrow
These tears for my beloved scream
Slipping back deep into dream

Dead

I came to life the day I healed Liz Parker
my fingers removing her pain
giving her breath again.
I started to die again, when my father died
one of the last links I had left to "home"
but I didn't want to go anywhere
not now, not then.
The children healed me again,
being able to restore to them their lives
saved by my spirit.
But now I'm dead.
I was too late.
He was so cold.
There was so much blood.
On him,
staining my hand forever
with the pain of irrevocable death.
Someone I couldn't save
I am no longer a king in my own right,
a King who can't save his people is
no king at all.
I'll bury my crown under me
I am dead anyway.

All That Remains


The remnants
Of a voice that was
Echo down
The alley way
Chords of the
Past right down
Main street
A drumroll
Down the drive
Guitar solo
On the entrance
Of the house
And the voice
Echoes on
Around the room
Clinging to the past
With more a
Sound
Than anything else.

The remnants
Of a tear that was
Trickle down
Her face
Memories of the
Past assault
Her mind
A sweet smile
Clinches her stomach
A laugh
Can light her soul
Walking down
To where he lived
To be alone
With what
Remains
A sound
More than anything
Else.