Arik Fletcher Poems

In the boldest stories of her time,
the sharpest memories of each crime,
lives all that one was farce and mime,
the shadows of a dream sublime.
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So we boarded the bus, just the dreamer and me, 
as it pulled away from all we'd hated be, 
to the screech of the wheels on the road out of hell, 
in the dark of the night by the demon clock's bell.
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From the light each one rebelled,
To the dark each gave their soul,
Shadows of the forms they held,
In this endless night's patrol.
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Come with me to our new home,
Far away from where they roam,
On the wings of dragons tamed,
Far above all that’s been named.
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Love is made but can't be bought,
Love is learned but can't be taught,

Love is life that cannot die,
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Broken hearts before our birth,
Damaged souls that walked the Earth,
Joined as if by simple chance,
Healed as one in life's strange dance,
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She walks in shadows of lost love,
all her dreams long left behind,
abandoned by the gods above,
lost too long for them to find.
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Thinking back on all I’ve seen,
On all the pain and joy that’s been,
Everything that has brought me here,
Through all the times of hope and fear,
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Make me happy,
Make me sad,
Make me all that gets you mad,
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They often said she had a soul much older than her years,
a force that dwelled within her heart that conquered all her fears,
a wise and gifted creature born of suffering and strife,
some noble fallen angel who had watched her all through life.
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