In an attempt to evade the dark,
Try and come out of the writer's block,
Shall I be the necromancer,
Let you know the right answer.
A day one passed, a day once passed,
When words were short and notes were shard,
Of shardy thoughts and broken hearts,
Is this tale of fortunes lost.
The crystal shows a misty path,
Into the woods, into the heart,
Distant callings perturbing my thoughts,
Of walking paths in random thoughts.
The magic sought is the pristine knot,
With a princess of this heart,
May there be a sparkle in her eye,
And not just another catcher in the rye.
And then she asked not thee stop,
Let thy talk through the heart,
Of shardy thoughts and broken hearts,
Words never short of notes that are shard.
Making a wish as I see the sparkling star,
Of having the beats that never go ajar,
A promise of being in her dreams,
And shining like the 'little star'.
She keeps me waiting and keeps me thinking,
Did I write something wrong,
Or is it just a mystic song?
That keeps me linger along.
I hope its not a night too long,
A tale and not a song!
While I wish to be along,
In magic moments gone ;)
P.S: Parts are song and parts are inspired from someone along
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