Woe Is I Whom Fell Misery

One night as cold winter sway;
I thought only of her, that once blissful day.
But O' that day I wish it so;
O' but that day it wasn't so.
I ache to see, I am blinded by her,
That voice of hers who knows for sure;
An angel, a demon, a siren boast?
I know it's love I feel the most.
But I know this love, it cannot be;
Woe is I whom fell misery,
Underneath this cloud covered moon,
Crying tears of shade maroon.
Longing for what is out of reach,
My heart is hers as I beseech.
Though I love but loved alone,
My journey ends with lover's atone.

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Rippling Waters

Rippling Waters
By: Adam M. Snow

Let the water ripples;
as our reflection is shown.
For it has tripled;
for we are all alone.

Let the rain dropp upon rippling waters;
showing us our past and our future.
For we are no longer curse;
for it shows what we once were.

Let our reflection in the ripples show;
how our love gently flow.
For our touch is also smooth;
for there is no need to lie for we know the truth.

Let the moon beam upon our reflection;
showing us there is no affliction.

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Soulless Knight

Soulless Knight
By: Adam M. Snow

In my darkest hour spoke a lore, not I, not I.
Fornicate the world betrothed, but I, but I.
Extravagant thee of I be cheerful,
Naething be I but fearful.
Naething be I to wonder,
As hour froze, I ponder,
'Will it be a night enchantment? '
No, a night extravagant,
To be with thee a soulless knight,
As death would follow in spite,
As love would conquer all,
As it would be the fall.
The stars at night twinkle upon me,
A misty pass vision of thee,
Cloaked in putrid and raw indeed,
Carrying out the worldly greed.

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Love Me without My Mask

Love Me without My Mask
By: Adam M. Snow

Many years, I am who I'm not,
Life pass by yet myself I forgot,
Living life not as mine but mine.
Could you love me without my mask?
But it not be as divine.
The truth, myself I hid from you,
You know me not yet I know it's true.
I long for myself to fly and be free,
But I stand vivified and afraid,
The truth, haunting the very soul of me.
Love me without my mask is all I plead.
Not be the ghost but love I need.
I long for you to know the truth.
You deny my past, my future.
Cast me aside, I am uncouth.

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Rapture

Rapture
By: Adam M. Snow

We leave yet we leave love ones behind.
We leave yet they remain unspoken and blind.
If only they had known;
now they're all alone.

We leave to go to a world anew;
I truly feel sorry for you;
You choose your own way;
now you're left in this sin filled world to stay

I just wish we all had been ready;
but it seems that even a child could see;
how you're left behind;
unspoken and blind.

We leave to go to a world anew;
wishing you were here with us too.

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Melancholy of a Romance

Melancholy of a Romance
By: Adam M. Snow

A perfect dream left unsung,
Echoes thoroughly from nature's tongue,
From the lips of blossoming rose,
To all hearts, I suppose.
But it be with me, thoughts of love,
Shining brighter, brighter than a morning dove.
But of lust, a desire for romance,
A feeling not given a chance,
But a feeling shining less, less than a spark,
Goes dimmer, dimmer till all is dark.
There's hope for a broken heart to mend,
Death closes all: but some ere the end.
To be a flower, is profound,
But is there still time to be found?

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Redemption

Redemption
By: Adam M. Snow

Night is dark before the dawn,
and all's a dream within a dream,
hoping for what is gone,
and dancing 'gainst a moonlit beam.
To find ourselves, once was lost,
and redeem ourselves once again,
with the dreams and love's the cost,
to not fear the foe of men.

Lost and forsaken in a world gone cold,
waiting for a newborn morning ember,
as the darkened sun turns gold,
and all henceforth to remember,
the final hours of ones redemption.
Night to fall and awaken the day,
with honor of ones exemption,
to love all and leave to stay.

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Through the Eyes of the Untold Lore

Through these stained eyes, dark is all I see
yet I try to live, believing this is me.
But all I could do is place my heart on a page,
and watch it rot away with every age.

All I am through your eyes is a ghost,
whom you don't dare miss the most.
All you are through my eyes, is hopelessness;
but my words I write are my distress.

Peaking through my once soulless muse,
as my heart lies victim to your solemn abuse.
I live to be your puppet, nothing more
but I am a writer of many lore.

And as I dare write with missing heart,
it is with you whom my stories start.

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Through the Depths of Despair

Through the Depths of Despair
By: Adam M. Snow

Through the depths of despair;
where we are drowning in air;
consumed by hate and fear.
We're tormented and scorned;
as if we're not born;
and death is lurking near.

With the dreams we yearned;
with Hellfire we are burned;
as we remain caged by our sins.
We are digging our grave;
waiting to be saved;
as our suffering begins.

In the depths of agony and fate;
death approaches as we wait;
we lay to rest our head so weary.

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Fall of the Night

Fall of the Night
By: Adam M. Snow

Fare thee well, my heart's contempt,
I gave thee my dying breath.
I've soared the world from dark to day,
Longing for that which darkness grieves.
I travel o'er the ageless night,
Bound by that of solstice light.
My voice cannot break through
A silence that now binds me.
I see a vision of only thee,
a vision not I but thee.
Ev'ry night, It be thee not I,
A reflection shown to cast aside.
A mirror vision of I,
A mirror image of infanticide.
Forget me not I say,
I give thee my final hour,
Fare thee well, my dearest flower.

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