There is a voice inched on ice stoned walls,
Hurled in an echo of phantom deep lunges,
Faded fast on a midnight run,
I was the girl without a song,
Longing for my hymn to break me free,
I yearned for you beyond the ocean sea.
The tears of rivers by lakes iced stone,
Voices haunt the nightmares which left me all alone.
I think of you in dreams gone wrong,
I only hear you call there,
For I awake and you have disappeared.
What is an iced stone wall without a castle,
It simply melts in the heat,
All the melted water sings,
It sings the waves to sleep,
But not me I stay awake,
I walk these waters all alone,
The storm before me has passed,
But it robbed with it your soul.
By Claire O' C.
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