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Within Temptation

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lupus-astra

Published: Oct 3, 2013

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Literature Text

i am neither here 
nor there - just a 
forgotten fairytale 
hidden deep within 
a dangerous mind.

it's the fear, 
somewhere in the
truth beneath the rose;
& all i need are
memories.

see who i am -
the deceiver of fools,
pale & frozen,
an ice queen.

but i will
stand my ground
in our solemn hour,
lost in a
demon's fate.

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Another prompt, using song lyrics (or titles) of a favorite band. I used song titles of my favorite band Within Temptation, a Dutch symphonic metal/rock band. Their music is haunting and gorgeous and the lead singer, Sharon den Adel, is even more so.

All credit goes to Within Temptation for the amazing song titles. I merely put some together to create a poem. It helped to get my creativeness flowing and break through writer's block a bit, but still not enough. Oh well. I'm putting this as found poetry since I'm using song titles.

Songs used (I highly suggest you listen to them):

Deep Within
A Dangerous Mind
It's the Fear
Somewhere
The Truth Beneath the Rose
All I Need
Memories
See Who I Am
Deceiver of Fools
Pale
Frozen
Ice Queen
Stand My Ground
Our Solemn Hour
Lost
A Demon's Fate

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WTGreekGeekFangurl

May 4, 2019

THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!
This is really good, I'm speechless.
I love Within Temptation I really want to watch them live! I wish that more people knew them, tho...
Anyway, great poem. I'm literally fangirl-squealing right now

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