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Susan Delgado · 01-01-2003, 09:39 PM

Anna had taken a step back during Celumëomaryu's song, and now stepped forward again. She knew the Elf's song was powerful, but she would not let that daunt her. She was stubborn too and the smug expression on the Elf's face was making her angry.

Very well
Up every morning
Long before day
Cooking her breakfast alone
She quietly dresses
And pulls back the shutters
And sits in a corner all alone

But nobody ever comes by anymore
Nobody ever calls
Most days she just sits and stares
At the windows and walls
Windows and walls

Children all gone
Husband passed on
Nothing but time on her hands
Most of her mornings
Are spent in her dreams
Or making her sad little plans

Maybe she'll go into the town today
And speak to a friend she hasn't seen
Or just escape for an hour
From her windows and walls
Windows and walls

The clock on the mantle
Chiming the hours
Must be the loneliest sound
She washes her floors
And tends to her gardens
And afterwards has to sit down

Sometimes she still can remember a child
Playing with dolls of rag and straw
Now all that she's left
Are these memories and windows and walls
Day after day, windows and walls

She finished her song and glared at the Elf in defiance.

01-01-2003, 09:39 PM	#11
Susan Delgado The Perished Flame Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: behind my eyes Posts: 1,096	Anna had taken a step back during Celumëomaryu's song, and now stepped forward again. She knew the Elf's song was powerful, but she would not let that daunt her. She was stubborn too and the smug expression on the Elf's face was making her angry. Very well Up every morning Long before day Cooking her breakfast alone She quietly dresses And pulls back the shutters And sits in a corner all alone But nobody ever comes by anymore Nobody ever calls Most days she just sits and stares At the windows and walls Windows and walls Children all gone Husband passed on Nothing but time on her hands Most of her mornings Are spent in her dreams Or making her sad little plans Maybe she'll go into the town today And speak to a friend she hasn't seen Or just escape for an hour From her windows and walls Windows and walls The clock on the mantle Chiming the hours Must be the loneliest sound She washes her floors And tends to her gardens And afterwards has to sit down Sometimes she still can remember a child Playing with dolls of rag and straw Now all that she's left Are these memories and windows and walls Day after day, windows and walls She finished her song and glared at the Elf in defiance. __________________ "Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"