Friday, March 13, 2009

The Lost Heir

Long I lay in merciless frost
Under hail which the heaven toss
Fear and cold I seem so lost
Blindly now shall I cross

All left now is cruel bitter
For what came worse not better
As the will in me grew dimmer
And the strength follow wither

Emptiness now once so full
Dreams for a king yet I’m a fool
As one lay in the breezes cool
Singing songs as the raven flew

Long said that love was blind
But in the blind one can find
When love of two together combine
Greater than anything together bind

In the dark I lay hoping
A light will come shining
Hope and strength together coming
A day when I make my waking
The day when I became king

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