Dying Fairy – Midonala @ DeviantART

Music,
if not for the sound that caresses my mind I would be lost for a ghost
and steps I took on the ladder that forms through the roof, would be all wrong,
I open the door to the last lighthouse on the Sailer’s Shore
follow the rope, down the slope, along with Hope and a word she wrote,
eyes shut,
they sing, to the future that I bring,
emotions and stars stuck in a jar, up on a highest shelf, far from all…

She walked no more and the shadows were gone,
standing still I grabbed for the will
and hold on tight to things that she liked, dreams too dear to be shared,
one foot stalking another, her neck is a pillar to weather
and it snows with feathers as the world turns dry,
old books turn to whispers and one spring voices its cry,
music…