December 9, 2007
by: Silver Nightingale
There comes a time when I feel so forlorn
And I could only wish to have you near
To feel your warmth, then I won't have to fear
The bolts the bitter storm hurls down in scorn
Without you here, my heart, oh, how its torn
The pain so incomparable, eyes tear
The pain so agonizing, I could hear
Angelic whispers of the heavens bourne
And so I ask when is it I would see
The handsome face of you, my pensive man?
Am I forever cursed to just behold
Your loving eyes deep in my reverie?
Alas! Until time comes to when I can
The tempest I will brave despite the cold
AN: Inspired by the game-Tales of the Abyss.
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