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Archangel


In the dust he sits but soon to rise,
Spreading dark wings and face to the skys,
His eyes dark with rage and fear,
For the sunlight is quckly drawing near.
He lifts his wings and flys away,
For his fear be true and comes the day,
Peace be with him and all shall stand,
In water, sky, and land,
Of the fire's rage being watered down,
And the air become the ground,
Archangel fly away and follow you dying heart,
Do not let your past tear you apart.

By:Elizabeth Abigail Clewis, 26th of January 1998


All Is Told



I guess I knew that soon they would pretend to not know me.
I was something everyone wants to forget... so they forget me.
All my last hopes bottled up and thrown to the hungry sea.
I guess I some how in pain planned this all to be.
I knew the fire of this earth, I knew every single flame.
Everyone if better off if I am not here, if I am dead.
If there is anyone to point the finger at, 'tis me to blame.
All truth has slowly been showed or told to me, nothing left unsaid.
You do not want to help me live... you gave me the blade...
You do not want me to talk to you of my problems, you want me my life take...
That role of a friend to me was just a twisted, meaningless, masquerade.
You lied, you tore my heart and left me hollow, you played a fake.
I know what I must do to save everyone else of this place.
To no one does my life matter anyways... always will be in pain...
Somehing that shall never be, no voice, no mind, no life, no face...
Growing weaker everyday, some how feeling safer in acid rain....

By: Elizabeth Abigail Clewis, 29th of August 1998


My Place



Softly glowing saphire and a small open desre,
Twst and turn a new fire will finally inside here burn,
I have the best seat in the shadow watching the flame sway to and fro.
I adore this place inside, it is my own sercet place.
A place I can say is mine lost in the crystalized moonshine that dances with the stars to the music of my six-string guitar.
This place is usually just for me but tonight it will not be as we unite.
I am sure by now you may have lost your way.
A silver jagged blade and a delightful masquerade,
You wear a mask to hide you face, with ribbions, gold beads, and lace..
Come now and sit with me at the cemetary on the cliff over looking the sea.
This is our place where you shall never roam in disgrace.
Join me on the beatiful land where always music plays.
Take my hand and join me for the rest of your days.

Elizabeth Abigail Clewis ©1998


Binding with Love



Love shall be binding in my life...
Forevr rest upon sweet words,
Calming songs of peaceful telling,
Colours of the unknown...
Love an emotion that keeps one living on
To be free
But feet on the ground
Still like a star so far away from the earth
In oppisite
In co-existing
In shimmering light
Rest the head of a dreaming loved one
Love is to be more than what can be
Existing when you are not to be
Defining but dening all truth
Flying without wings
Breathing without lungs
A new beginning
To a graceful closing
A smile upon the ill's face
A new true friend

Written by: Elizabeth Abigail Clewis
©1998



© 1998, 1999, 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis



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