As I looked down at it, I was rather perplexed as to what it was. My mom than informed me that the library had found it tucked away in a book and had given it to one of my old teachers who had mailed it to my parent's house. And here it lay now, cradled carefully in my hands.
I'm sure at this point you want to know what words are scribbled upon this sheet that are so moving and inspirational to me. Are they notes passes among friends about who the cutest boys are? Are they dreams scratched down in hopes that by putting them on paper they will come true someday? Is it a drawing of something? Is it my name entangled with a crushes last name with girly hearts everywhere?
No.
It is simply a poem. A poem that I stumbled upon in middle school. The title is no where to be found. All I know is that the intrigue for me lay in the poem itself. Not only for the fact that it contained my rather uncommon first name.
The words found a way to connect with me even at a rather young age. When the words found me again, the effect was profound. That girl that I have been searching for seemed to slide right back into my very veins. That trickle of passion and life became a waterfall of emotion corroding my lack of ambition away. The air seems brisker. The sun catches my eye (when it is given the chance to shine!) and best of all, my smile feels genuine again.
How can such a sad, forlorn poem evoke such a change though? Especially a change that has been alluding me for well over a year now. This fact escapes me at the moment. It may choose to escape me forever more. But who I am to question a great change? Who am I to mind? At least now I have my voice back.
An om'nous feel, I can not share
Her ruddy cheeks, her matchless face
Doth vanish now without a trace
Walls of shadow, forward flowing
To end her life, end my knowing
of my darling Analise
As sty'gan darkness fills the room
The evil comes to hark the doom
The clouds hang thick as with despair
An om'nous feel, I can not share
Her ruddy cheeks, her matchless face
Doth vanish now without a trace
Walls of shadow, forward flowing
To end her life, end my knowing
of my darling Analise
As sty'gan darkness fills the room
The evil comes to hark the doom
I cry "Retreat thee from my sight!
Advance no more thy demon's flight!"
But still they come, her soul to take
My bond of love, with life to break
From my only Analise
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