Midnight Dreaming
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past the point of dreams, whence to you i came 
memories of burning, through some distant pain
to find your core, and at it's heart a buried name
your beauty and your flaws, banished all my shame
    you, who I've known past seeming
    well met in the Midnight Dreaming
born to wreck disaster, vandalistic art
bloody seas cascade the faces of my heart
yet another soul gem, more puzzling the part
bound to them by choice, to ne'er be apart
    you, who I've known past seeming
    well met in the Midnight Dreaming
when the seas raise in wrath,  you hold back the tide
through all of pain of loss, i've felt you at my side
with a madman's laugh, you jest at my false pride,
just to rip me open, to prove living have not died
    you, who I've known past seeming
    well met in the Midnight Dreaming
in a bed of grief, my heart pulsed out and bled
your tears fell with mine, in shades of blue and red
to save my flesh from fire, you burned in my stead
when my eyes tore open, the demons all had fled
    you, who I've known past seeming
    well met in the Midnight Dreaming
righteous and in grief, you pull me down to pray
lunatic bound are we, revealed in the light of day
moon struck madness, strong enough to light my way
yet if all falls for naught, i would return to say-
    you, who've known me past all seeming
    hail till farewell, well met in the Midnight Dreaming
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-Moon Sidhe © 1998