Okay, I’m probably going to use something like this in one of my stories, but this is more of a poetry story.

A step on the beach,

A print washing away,

A whisper of breeze,

It seems to say,

What child is this,

My only son,

Who holds the secrets,

That helps the one….

It fades away,

No longer there,

But the notes of somber music,

Picked up by a boy of raven hair….

The words go on,

The prophecy new,

Speaking of the one,

Or the very few…..

He walks up the beach,

Sweet sadness of love,

The one who will come,

Music soft as a dove….

He sees her red hair,

Like Cardinal wings,

Spread wide, with flair,

That outward flings.

A flute of bone,

It’s music low,

held to red lips,

Held up like a bow.

The song it plays,

Known over the seas,

Is one of Nice Christmas,

Known here, as Greensleves.

She didn’t know he was there,

But he knew she could tell,

He touched on her shoulder,

A clock’s chiming bell,

Tolled midnight that night,

A crisp winter’s eve,

Where two lovers met,

In a song of misery.

Greensleves……Greensleeves

The wind whispered high,

As lips joined and parted,

The clouds took off to fly.

What Child is this, Who is so blessed,

He changes all tomorrows,

Replacing tears with reborn years,

In hearts once Dark, and Hollow…

Trans-Siberian Orchestra, The Lost Christmas Eve

Ok, I like Greensleves, It’s been going through my head all day,

and I hope all you people who might not be christian aren’t offended X)

R&R pleez

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