Woo! New version – I've fixed some of the stuff I wasn't happy with last time, added a stanza, hopefully expressed it a little more *shrugs* Still not really happy with it, especially the flow, so any suggestions would be appreciated! Any many thanks to all of you who reviewed the first version! ^_^ Its really appreciated.

Weeping Dreamer, Seasons Cry


Weeping Dreamer

There you sit

Beneath the willow trees

With soft blood blossoms

In your hair

And starlight in your eyes

Oh how you dreamed!

Your very thoughts

Touched the moon, the sun, the infinite


Of life itself, you dug


Than death.

And what did you find,

Oh Weeping Dreamer?

You were not always sad

No, you used to laugh

The sound of your voice

Was the wind through the trees

Ridden by birds

And played by the chimes

            By the chimes...

                        By the chimes...

You knew that Death carried a scythe

You knew that Death came once

But you never knew until you saw the


Slide down angel bone

How much It cared

For Life once lost.

The outcast brother,

Left alone with the ghosts of Past

Like fairy doves they


Through your imagination

Fluttering, soaring on currents of song

- Before –

Dropping lifeless

To the ground.

Weeping Dreamer,

There you sit. Alone, you cry

For star-light lost

Mourning the death of the pinprick sparks

In the black-velvet canopy of


The goddess Moon, she

Watches over

The lilied hills and sun-stroked plains

The soothing air of night is

- Broken -

The novas of life


With an explosion of light.

And seething in the utmost heavens

Turned to The


There they wait, in the riven skies of blood

Like the darkest of angels.

Crouching, waiting, patient green eyes

Stare out from the stars.

            From the stars...

                        From the stars...

You thought that Life was only won

You thought it was a gift

Until you saw the jagged pain

The rivers of blood,

The crimson rain,

The tortured souls of Life impart

The softest beatings of their Heart.

The crystal ruby eyes of love

So flawed a gem in

Devils Claws

- Torn –

The paper heart of faith

Its shattered fragments

Drifting to



Weeping Dreaming,

In your hands, the pale white fingers

Twining 'round

And 'round and 'round

The emerald stems

Brushing against the

Crimson blooms

So cold, so cold...

The fallen flowers from your tree

Your crying tree

Beneath its boughs

You sit and weep, oh Dreamer, come!

The stars-beams beckon, twinkling lights -

Scornful diamonds

Mocking your existence.

The bones of angels litter the ground

Beneath your crystal feet.

You've killed the sun-beings

And fairy flowers Mourn their loss!

And on you cry!

Each jaded tear brings down with it

Another life.

Oh, sibling dear, you used to Laugh!

And sing the Spring and Summer on.

Now Fall and Winter

Tinge your face

With frosted hands they wipe your tears

And push them aside, the


fall, and with the flowers

Wither on the land.

They draw you up

And icicle smiles, cold and crystal

Embrace the Light