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The little wooden woman dancing in the music box.
Contributed by
ForeverAndADay
on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 06:05:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
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A slow crawl, cries the little box upon thy dusty shelf.
(The wooden woman dances.)
It slows, it stops, and in the dark...it plays again.
(She's not allowed to stop.)
But as this new tune starts, the effect is not quite the same.
Thus play's the melody of those who were lost (The fallen children who lost their names, when their eye's shut.)
Everytime it plays. (And if someone is around.)
It takes another child, to darkness with the music as it slows down.
And cobwebs though it's covered, and even as dust swallows it up.
I don't think it will be soon, when this little box stops.
In the daylight when it's playing, the old song that's always on the tongue of the older ladies and gents...the little wooden woman smile's, and dances as she feels fit.
But in the night, when the tune grows cold...
The wooden woman's laughter is harsh and cruel.
And that's the last thing the children hear...
before they leave this world.
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Re: The little wooden woman dancing in the music box.
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by Alina on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 08:15:25 PM AEST
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WOW! A VERY talented and original piece. May have been better with a rhyme scheme or with more vivid descriptions. All togther though, it was magnificent.
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