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Friday, September 2, 2016

If you can imagine someone else, you can leave yourself behind.

I can't sleep

and if I can't sleep I can't dream
And if I can't dream I can't live
I've got too many monsters left to forgive
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Each time I close my eyes I enter another place
It's sometimes day and sometimes dark
I am myself only I am different and unfamiliar
I can scarcely make myself out of the crowd

    A splendid hall, a sumptuous feast
    A revelry for the slaying of the dangerous beast
    A God save the king, a dancing girl
    Who makes us all forget our violent world

Rabble in the pubs, rabble in the streets
With my silver tight against my chest
Rushing from town to town as if my life depended on it
Perhaps it does, perhaps it does

Singing for my supper, running through the rain
Keeping my secrets tight against my chest
I have no idea where tomorrow will take me
I just don't care, I just don't care
  
    A splendid hall, a sumptuous feast
    A revelry for the slaying of the dangerous beast
    A God save the king, a dancing girl
    Who makes us all forget our violent world

Try as I might, I feel I cannot escape
With all my belongings strapped to my back
I dart from darkened corner to the next
I keep on moving, I keep on moving

I hear the dogs, I hear the men
They are tight on my tail, just behind me
I am lucky to escape this time again
I pray my thanks, I pray my thanks

    A splendid hall, a sumptuous feast
    A revelry for the slaying of the dangerous beast
    A God save the king, a dancing girl
    Who makes us all forget our violent world






3 comments:

it's a new day said...

I AM SO IMPRESSED!! That is just beautiful. The Bard seems to have been falsely accused. This would make a great novel!! I really do love this , especially the repeated chorus.

ZenGrrl said...

I have become enamored of the little world my brain is creating to go along with my heroine, Anterra. I don't know what compelled me to start on this entry...you can tell it started as something else. I didn't want to edit the little piece out at the beginning but I wanted to make sure it was separate from the body of the song/poem.

it's a new day said...

Still love it!! And yes the world in our heads is much more detailed and extensive than what makes it to the page. I wish you knew the Imladris elves the way I do.