Huntflash of silver,rustle of leaves.Stagin all its gloryleaprunand I,strength,Huntresswith her bowfollowchasetwo heartspound, beat....dance..we weave, yetI can never catch you.
CursedAnd it hits me likeViolets that grow on the other side of CometsWishes that we make on New Year 's Eve, entangledOn the couchDreaming of a tomorrow thatWon't come becauseI am Cursed
Waking Upwe areWaking Up andthe world is differentfrom the placewe left behind;reality is never as Sweetdreamshave dulled our minds and nowwhat once was colorfuldoes not seem so vibrantnext to Rainbowsin our memory
Eternalnothing is Eternallike delicate snowflakes thatmelt in the palm if grasped...memories fadeseasons change andthe forestdoes not seem to rememberthe last time I walked hereas I will soon Forget, andcease to belike roses that blossom butare Doomed to diehow can anythingmean somethingif it all Ends?
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