Clair de Lune

In the darkness I hear his voice, singing me a song

And I cannot help but listen, even knowing that it’s wrong.

For I know who this is, and I have seen him before

But even though I know his darkness, the voice nails me to the floor.

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His songs are sweet as poison; there are hidden meanings through

But so elegant the voice that sings them, that I know not what to do.

He has not come in many nights, and so I cannot sleep

Hoping against reason, that his voice I might keep.

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But now he comes to show his form, and I cannot help but sigh

For so long have I know but his voice, and now our meeting’s nigh.

So when I see him standing, beneath my balcony

I cannot help but join him, longing to be free.

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Then I see the others, that hide in the forest below

And feeling now a fear, I hesitate to go.

Then I hear his voice once more, and once more I am bound

For while it is a spell he weaves, the words are so profound.

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In the darkness they call to me, nothing but my name

And I cannot help but answer, even knowing why they came.

The moon has not risen, and the stars are far away

But before the coming light…I will leave before the day.

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And soon they are all around me, a chorus in the night

And I take the leader’s hand, and give in without a fight.

Then I look beside me, and see that two are there

One is made of fire, the other of nightmare.

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But I look to the leader, a child of darkness born,

And he is made of silver, and of a rose’s thorn.

And I think that I know him, but I cannot see his face

Then he speaks to me, and his name I cannot place.

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His voice is wrought of nothing, or the depth of pulsing blood

But the words are so exquisite that I am lost within their flood.

Then he pulls his hand from mine, and my cheek he does caress,

And I cannot help but turn the talk, to that I must digress.

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But he turns the subject back, and his hand he does remain

And then I feel as falling, and then I feel the rain.

And then I see the moonlight, and then I see his face

And then I see his eyes, and in them I see grace.

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Then we finally arrive at out destination

And I cannot help but feel so much admiration.

The walls are full of ivy, with roses overgrown

And in the middle an opening, to let the moon be shown.

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Then I hear the words, coming from those around

For it seems that finally, his purpose I have found.

For I am of the light, and they are of the dark

And with me among them, a balance they will spark.

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But then I feel a danger, and realize I was wrong

He does not sing of harmony, but a darkness song.

But then I search within me, and I find something is there:

That while he will bring me darkness, I find I do not care.