'The Celts'
By Channa
The mournful song drew me intaking my mind and soul for a spinmysterious words were spokenfrom a language long forgottenthe music seen forebodingyet, in a strange way enchantingI knew my soul wanted to hidefrom this fear it felt insidefor it could not understandthis haunting sound from another landwith open eyes, I saw a visionlittle children lead to destructionsoft music played to lure them inlike the pied piper of Hamlinlittle girls dressed in flowing gownsdanced barefeet on that sacred groundunder the star and the moonlightaround a bonfire so brighttheir little souls so pure and fairwhere given to the power of the airas an exchange, as a bargainfor earthy goods, for earthy gainthey are now children of the nightlittle fairies, little wee spritesThe music kept on playingmy soul kept on screamingthis music filled emotionhas become my passion. Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 08:34 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The mournful song drew me intaking my mind and soul for a spinmysterious words were spokenfrom a language long forgottenthe music seen forebodingyet, in a strange way enchantingI knew my soul wanted to hidefrom this fear it felt insidefor it could not understandthis haunting sound from another landwith open eyes, I saw a visionlittle children lead to destructionsoft music played to lure them inlike the pied piper of Hamlinlittle girls dressed in flowing gownsdanced barefeet on that sacred groundunder the star and the moonlightaround a bonfire so brighttheir little souls so pure and fairwhere given to the power of the airas an exchange, as a bargainfor earthy goods, for earthy gainthey are now children of the nightlittle fairies, little wee spritesThe music kept on playingmy soul kept on screamingthis music filled emotionhas become my passion...."