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Dreams of a blood red sky and a carriage by the lake,
Water  lapping at my feet changes to become a  entangling web
You laugh as I squirm and the carriage starts to melt away

       Next scene, pull away the curtain as it burns

A young girl sits alone in a tower, just like all the fairy tales before her
But there’s no dragon to keep her there, just a reflection in her mirror
And all the pretty promises you fed her before you left

“Brush your hair my sweet and look away
Don’t worry about the past my dear, forget about today
Just remember I’m returning from my journey sometime soon
And think of all the kisses that will make you sway and swoon”

       The stage goes black but without a shield of red cloth

I watch as props just fade away
Now the old woman sits, still staring at that mirror
The past life she can’t ever grasp again
And she can’t go back and ask you not to go… the glory, the gold
They just don’t matter anymore

Then she touches the mirror and her bones collapse in a heap of dust
I am left alone without even the actress to occupy my thoughts
Until a cabaret of the saints appears and whisks my mind away
It all disappears and I materialize back in my room alone
The only difference is there is no door… boxed in

       Trapped forever

At least I have my mirror to accompany me
The world around is forgotten…
                                                     you never came back
©2007-2009 ~kataro3
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Author's Comments

lol fun fun... a dream of sorts

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:iconkoarumazaki:
...wow that is very detailed. i like the 'blood red sky', really paints the picture well.

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:iconeddie-mcgee:
Abstract and very interesting. The effect of the dissconected images is nice, but it seems a bit much... The continued story is really good, and the end strangely creepy. Last half of the last line should be a line of it's own (for effect).
Yesh...
Cabaret of saints! I'll remember that one!

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Abraham de Lacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley...
:iconkataro3:
thanks!

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whisper your song/when all the rest is gone/ and the taste of attainment is fresh
:iconkataro3:
thanks lol... I'll edit that right now!

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whisper your song/when all the rest is gone/ and the taste of attainment is fresh
:iconeddie-mcgee:
Yay! I'm listened to!

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Abraham de Lacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley...
:iconclow-reed16:
wow....this is a favorite of mine for sure, definitely the best piece of poetry by you i have ever read....mesmerizing my dear.
you are definitely getting better! if i dont work harder you'll surpass me lol, might already have.

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~*~remember my name, you'll be screaming it later~*~
:iconkataro3:
lol never! but thanks for the comment and the compliments luv:D

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whisper your song/when all the rest is gone/ and the taste of attainment is fresh
:iconclow-reed16:
lol yeah you are getting way better and i havent written much in a while so its possible :P
and your welcome luv :D

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~*~remember my name, you'll be screaming it later~*~
:iconmcdanlane:
It has great pace and movement, I think. May I ask what the red cloth is a metaphor for?

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