Let Every Man Admire The Poet

[Pansy]

For the beauty of the words come from within, written without
Painting a picture of colorful phrases, that is something unique no doubt
If only however did everyone see
How all the artistic phrases
And all their beauty had effected me
Had anyone known the trueness of words
Flowing from the heart, and placed with delicate care
Could anyone ever see the beauty that it is to me



Outward at the time of dusk
I saw the woman standing in the mist
I ran t'ward the mist
t'ward the mist I ran at the time of dusk
Nowhere did I find the woman however
The woman standing in the mist
Outward at the time of dusk

Screaming was I in the mist
Screaming at the time of dusk
Searching, and dreadfully looking
Was I trying to find the meaning
Nowhere did I find the meaning however
So Screaming was I in the mist
Screaming at the time of dusk

Lost was I in the mist
Lost at the time of dusk
Lost and treking through the mist
Treking, trying to find the woman
Who stood in the mist at the time of dusk
However lost was I in the mist
Lost at the time of dusk

Standing was the woman in the mist
Standing was the woman at the time of dusk
Standing she had in her hand a flame
Sparkling, and warming was the flame
Keeping us together the flame was
However she still stood standing in the mist
Standing was the woman at the time of dusk

Dying was the flame in the mist
Dying was the flame at the time of dusk
Slowly then did my heats beating go
Slowly the beating fell to halt
Until I fell dead from the halt of the beating
As the flame then died in the mist
Dead was the flame at the time of dusk



A voice was heard echoing
Echoing across the caverns
In the caverns did I follow
Follow the voice echoing
Echoing across the caverns
Silently did my footsteps beckon
Beckoning as I followed the voice
Echoing across the caverns
Slowly I reached my hand
Reaching my hand t'ward the voice
Echoing across the caverns
Tightly did I grasp the voice
But nothing was what I felt
When grasped for the voice
Echoing across the caverns
Always did I search but never did I find
Never did I find the voice
Echoing across the caverns

[mrzwach]

it would work better if you didn't rhyme words with themselves.

it just disrupts the flow of it all

[NorthStar]

I thought these were made-up lyrics.

[Pansy]

You're supposed to write random poetry here