Fading.

[darkness0within]

Fading. 

You sing your songs of love and longing, 

Whilst dandies cry themselves to sleep, 

Fair damsel of such wayward persuasions, 

Enough to make a wolf into a sheep. 

Your voice is like an angel, 

Soaring high into the sky, 

A demeanor so pleasing to the senses, 

As you sing of what has passed you by. 

Your melancholy touches deep inside, 

This ancient heart of mine, 

And stirs such memories I thought forgotten, 

In those distant mists of time. 

Of such love once held so long ago, 

In a time before this ever night, 

And whilst you sing your songs of grief, 

I long to hold my true love tight. 

But she has gone into the void, 

So many countless years ago, 

Leaving just these recollections, 

Slowly fading in times flow. 

Darkness. 

[anirbas]

Beautiful.

[darkness0within]

A 1700's tryst of music hall performances anirbas.

Glad you liked my friend.