01-05-2013, 01:19 AM
Initially I wanted to write it strictly as a Rondel Prime, but I didn't follow a strict syllable count, so I'm not sure if it can still be considered a Rondel Prime.
1st Edit:
From Atop the Railing
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
It wasn’t paradise, but living was worthwhile.
Halcyon days, thought to last forever.
One deafening crash and dreams shatter.
Colours drain as you’re pushed down white aisles.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Loved ones wave from across the river.
I used to tremble, I used to step down.
But now, I’m strong enough to write you this lily of the Nile:
Scythe primed, I made a deal with the Reaper.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Original:
From Atop the Railing
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Wasn’t paradise, but living was worthwhile.
Halcyon days, thought to last forever.
Yet deafening noises shatter the dream.
Cruel, unacceptable.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Loved ones wave, from across the river.
I used to tremble, I used to step down.
But now, I’m strong enough, to write you this lily of the Nile:
Scythe primed, I made a deal with the Reaper.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
1st Edit:
From Atop the Railing
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
It wasn’t paradise, but living was worthwhile.
Halcyon days, thought to last forever.
One deafening crash and dreams shatter.
Colours drain as you’re pushed down white aisles.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Loved ones wave from across the river.
I used to tremble, I used to step down.
But now, I’m strong enough to write you this lily of the Nile:
Scythe primed, I made a deal with the Reaper.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Original:
From Atop the Railing
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Wasn’t paradise, but living was worthwhile.
Halcyon days, thought to last forever.
Yet deafening noises shatter the dream.
Cruel, unacceptable.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
Loved ones wave, from across the river.
I used to tremble, I used to step down.
But now, I’m strong enough, to write you this lily of the Nile:
Scythe primed, I made a deal with the Reaper.
Let’s go back to those days in December;
Hands held, small banters, blissful smiles.
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