I once wrote a verse, not such a long time ago, before the pain, the loss and this snow...
The verse told of a love, I dreamt of so fair, she seemed like an angel with her soft raven hair...
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Many moons ago
I dreamt of you,
But I knew not it was you, my love...
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Decades past, in the midst of a blizzard, a boy was born. He was given a Gaelic name, despite his non Gaelic lineage. For this verse he will be known as "13".
From birth he was henceforth known by his Gaelic name. After years of being called by his birth name, he knew the name was not his own. The name was given to distract from all the evil and the pain that would come to pass during his stay here on this earth.
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My Nightmare In Winter (Mine Frozen Heart)
I once wrote a verse, not such a long time ago, before the pain, the loss and this snow...
The verse told of a love, I dreamt of so fair, she seemed like an angel with her soft raven hair...
My mind and it's pain, it made her depart, and here I lay grieving with an unthawing heart...
The moment she left, half my soul went away, I drove her away when I could have drove her to stay...
The feelings of guilt will stay with my soul, but without her love I am forever unwhole...
She was the biggest piece of this unfinished life, instead of pushing away we could have made this a life...
This dream that I had was a real one you see, the dream that was crushed by none other than me...
I promised her everything and I never did bring, I promised her forever, but the raven doth sing...
I wanted nothing more than to bring her to me, then I locked up my heart and discarded the key...
The real key to my heart was with her all along, she held it inside her in the form of a song...
A song never heard by any but me, a song heard too late, 'twas a song about me...
A song all about her love and compassion, a song never heard, a song everlasting...
She tried to no end to understand I, the man she had loved, then she kissed me goodbye...
Her hair is now faded to a deep shade of brown, reflecting her pain, accenting her frown...
The girl in my dream which I always did love, with the heart of an angel, sent from above...
The girl in my dream shall not fade away, with hopes that I may get to hold her someday...
The man who dreamt in Autumn is the same man, you see? only now I am lost, so blind I can't see...
If the man who had dreamt on that late Autumn night, could do things again...I would do them all right.