Chapter 1 - The Black-Night’s Frosted Hawk
Submitted November 24, 2005 Updated November 24, 2005 Status Incomplete | ok... um one night, i was awake at midnight and then this poem just.. came to me!!! oh well hope you all like!!!!
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Chapter 1 - The Black-Night’s Frosted Hawk
Chapter 1 - The Black-Night’s Frosted Hawk
The Black-Night's Frosted Hawk.
I lie awake at midnight,
Staring out over placid seas,
I can feel his eyes upon me,
I can see his turbulent dreams.
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His yellowed eyes look through my window,
Filling me with ominous thoughts,
His eyes are empty and mournful,
And at the same time full of mirth.
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Pictures waltz inside my room,
Demons beam down at me from above,
And still his eyes bore into me
Through the mist in a frosted heart.
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The night is frozen with silence,
He still waits outside for me,
He waits for me to feed him hope,
He still waits for me to see.
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He will not spread his wings and fly,
He will not leave me be,
And in the darkness of the hour,
My eyes see only he.
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When I look at him he looks away,
His eyes a cruel jury,
His mouth is carved of anger pure,
His legs, a mockery of fury.
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I reach out to him, and he pulls away,
Scars deeper than a surgeon's knife,
Yes, he always knows what you're thinking,
In his twisted, manacled life.
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He always knew how to feel free,
He always had cocky talk,
Yes, he always knows what you're thinking,
The Black-Night's Frosted Hawk.
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He always knows what I'm thinking,
My Black Night's Frosted Hawk.
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