#dante's prayer

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[lothiriel84]

Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me

[dopeshitandcraftsmanship]

Loreena McKennit - Dante's Prayer

[bluefire-dancer]

"When the dark wood fell before me.

And all the paths were overgrown.

When the priests of pride say there is no other way.

I tilled the sorrows of stone"

- A shameful lyricfic drabble based on an rp with @ravenousmonstrosity

(Please forgive the mun, she's in a mood)

In the earliest hours of a new day, in the twilight in which night fights to keep his grip and morning gently, relentlessly pushes him back, a warrior woman steps into her darkened penthouse apartment after a long and frustrating evening.

Lights are unnecessary and unwanted, for the moon cast the perfect spotlight on the instrument in the centre of the room.

As if in a trance she was drawn to it. Without thought she lifted the cover off the keys and floated effortlessly onto the seat before the keyboard.

Closing her amethyst eyes she inhaled, long and deep. With her exhalation she allowed her mind to recall the dreams that had been plaguing her nightly. The dreams had caused her to recall a song she'd learned years ago. The melody, the lyrics, all felt as though they had been written just for her...and for him. The one whose shadowy figure in her visions made her heart stop and somehow thunder all at once.

The prose of the piece detailed an explanation for every vision, every heart wrenching feeling, every tug of longing, every pang of regret, all the heat of desire, all the comfort of companionship. The visions felt as real as though they were memories rather than dreams.

She knew she had to do this. The only way to gain some peace would be to allow her heart to cry out it's anguish through the song. The need to purge the overwhelming emotions was now beyond the young woman's ability to control.

Pale hands drifted to the ivory keys. Long, slim fingers nestled between the ebony bars. With another exhale she let her fingers find their way as a soft melody filled the room, and the hollow in her chest. Parting her lips, she gave voice to the lyrics that so eloquently illustrated what mere words could never convey...

"Breathe life into this feeble heart.

Lift this mortal veil of fear.

Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears.

We'll rise above these earthly cares"

[nightbringer24]

When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me

[com-textos]

onde dante chorou

ele pede por favor. pede para não ser esquecido. os violinos tocam suas sublimes notas doces intensas agudas puras e inebriantes. parecem vinho. o piano acompanha calmo em seus tons de corda que acorda a mais simples emoção dentro da alma que o toca e daqueles que o ouvem.

o vinho está esperando uma taça que o contenha e rubros lábios que o sorvam. a garrafa está apenas fechada. o vinho sorvido então tornariam seus rubros lábios em púrpura lábios. que esperam um beijo que não virá com o vinho. que não virá com a ebriedade e nem após a sobriedade.

ele permanece sentindo apenas a fome. de comida. de beijos. de amores. de entendimentos. de liberdades. de músicas. de zelos. de abraços. de vida e de surpresas. ele não sabe de nada. ele não sabe chorar. onde dante chora.

Rafael Gonçalves - 03/04/2017

(Você pode ler isto ouvindo “Dante’s Prayer - Loreena McKennitt”)

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