Knight: So what if the sun rises from the west? It would still shine!!!!!
Li’l Girl: Totally Knight.
White shores are calling.
The pale moon fades away.
Crimson rays of sun beckoning.
Into the west.
Shining. Shining.
Knight: Pale is the one who has no light
But, the moon continues to glow
It could have stolen a part of the sunshine,
But, what matters is, "it glows".....
Li’l Girl: So, it was the Moonglow.
Right through the air.
It came along in its sparkling aura.
And, yeah. There was "glow".
So bright. So bright.
Swept me off my feet.
Knight: Yes, the moonglow indeed,
bright and beautiful, the sparkling aura.....
Not to forget the stars,
That leave the dark sky bejeweled
Sparkling all through the night...
They never seem to tire.....
But, none could lift me off the ground....
I wonder why????
Li’l Girl: Sensational effects it had on me
Which swept me off the feet.
But, I had been a prey many a times.
Was it forged?
I wonder if I gave in so soon.
I wonder. I wonder.
Knight: Sensational, precisely you do speak
Come down, get back to your feet
You ain't any prey, you should believe
Nothing was forged, it was real indeed
You would have given in soon...
Or, do I say given up and so given in soon
You wonder, yes you do
Try wondering who is the real you
The hunter or the hunted!!!!!
Li’l Girl: I'm going hunting.
I'm the hunter.
I'll bring back the goods.
But, I don't know when.
The wolfs. They came.
The words. They spoke.
So many wasted.
Promises rhapsodized.
Nightfall, in thrall.
Caressing my soul away.
But, my 'Knight in the Shining Armour' says-
“It doesn't have to be this way.
To suffer alive and die their way.
You don't have to be shaken and confused.”
I'm going hunting.
I'm going hunting.
Knight: Why think when
You know you will be back
Isn't that victory good?
With the goods or without.....
Wolfs are a test,
And you would
They never spoke, they howled
You don't be wasted,
Get the prey you seek.....
So if the night falls,
Don't let your soul rest
'Cause with sunrise
Comes another task to survive.....
Your Knight? He is not even his own
And his armour won't shine forever, you know
But, pay heed to those words
For, the Knight fought all odds
Came out of the wilds, alive.....
Hunt, till you are bored
Hunt, till you have hunted for life.....
Li’l Girl: Invincible. Yes, I'm
And, hunting, is my passion.
But, I wish to take solace,
In the tenderness of my heart.
I'm weary and lost....
I need to be someplace else.
For now, it'll be just me.
And, my glistening eyes.
Thirsty lips. Awaiting.
Not for the wolves who howled.
But for the sparkle in my eyes.
Guileless. Warm. I'm.
Endearing love in my soul.
The hunter begins her journey,
In a path never taken before.
As I walk lost in my own world.
In a path filled with fuchsia carnations.
A brown palomino crosses my way.
His words lingered on....
"But, none could lift me off the ground....
I wonder why???"
Why did the Knight say that to me?
What was the reason behind this?
Knight: Hunting you make your passion
It has always been my passionate aspiration
Solace I do get in the blood
Don't know my heart is tender or not.....
Weary you may be, lost you are not...
Hunt for the place you seek to be.....
Wolves do remain
Behind the woods
With their glowing eyes,
They spy on you
Waiting for you to fall weak again
So that they can gobble up
The life that you call tender.....
A path never chosen
Is the path a hunter must be
Fresh territory. More terror
New kill, a new journey.......
A palomino is just one,
You have wild animals to face
Keep your eyes wide open
Not just wolves, even panthers wander....
Forget his words,
They mean something only he knows
He is not weak at all
To be swept of his feet, time and again....
He knows somebody waits in the west
Of the land he belongs to
Hoping he will come back one day
When the autumn sets in
And leaves begin to wither
For he is waiting to be with her
For more than a year
Hope she reads this someday.....
The knight says this to you
In a flow of words only
A poetic challenge he saw
A philosophical poet he became...
Li’l Girl: I fancy your aspiration.
Also, gives me an inspiration.
Your words make me think
Enlightened I’m in a blink.
Knight, thank you for everything.
Words cannot describe
The support. The laughter.
The realizations. Period.
I will still hate the 'respect'ed ghoul.
Empathy.
And, explore.
For, you know, it's not the words.
It's what lies beyond.
Tender is my heart.
Tender is my ghost.
Tender is my night.
Tender is the way I feel.
A lapse in my step is misperceived.
Intentions deceived.
I’m a secret. I’m a drop.
I’m the flame which burns the wolves.
I’m a twisted-sorted-tangled story.
Welcome to my life, wolverines.
Knight: Knight doesn't seek gratitude,
He was ordered to pull you across
He may not be a part of the journey
Through the woods, amongs the wolves
But, he realised your need ...
He just told you what you would anyways know
As you move ahead in your Journey
Journey through the wilds,
The journey you'll cherish for Life!!!!!
Come to 'respect'ed ghoul,
Don't empathize and explore
They are just words you hate
Not the actions that you should never forget..
Tender heart, in a tender ghost
During the tender night,
With so many tenders,
Tender would be the feelings that flow......
Yes, be a secret, be a drop
Be the flame, but not burn the dogs......
Be like the phoenix, rise from the ashes,
The story is pretty plain,
A journey!!!!!!
Li’l Girl: Totally Knight.
White shores are calling.
The pale moon fades away.
Crimson rays of sun beckoning.
Into the west.
Shining. Shining.
Knight: Pale is the one who has no light
But, the moon continues to glow
It could have stolen a part of the sunshine,
But, what matters is, "it glows".....
Li’l Girl: So, it was the Moonglow.
Right through the air.
It came along in its sparkling aura.
And, yeah. There was "glow".
So bright. So bright.
Swept me off my feet.
Knight: Yes, the moonglow indeed,
bright and beautiful, the sparkling aura.....
Not to forget the stars,
That leave the dark sky bejeweled
Sparkling all through the night...
They never seem to tire.....
But, none could lift me off the ground....
I wonder why????
Li’l Girl: Sensational effects it had on me
Which swept me off the feet.
But, I had been a prey many a times.
Was it forged?
I wonder if I gave in so soon.
I wonder. I wonder.
Knight: Sensational, precisely you do speak
Come down, get back to your feet
You ain't any prey, you should believe
Nothing was forged, it was real indeed
You would have given in soon...
Or, do I say given up and so given in soon
You wonder, yes you do
Try wondering who is the real you
The hunter or the hunted!!!!!
Li’l Girl: I'm going hunting.
I'm the hunter.
I'll bring back the goods.
But, I don't know when.
The wolfs. They came.
The words. They spoke.
So many wasted.
Promises rhapsodized.
Nightfall, in thrall.
Caressing my soul away.
But, my 'Knight in the Shining Armour' says-
“It doesn't have to be this way.
To suffer alive and die their way.
You don't have to be shaken and confused.”
I'm going hunting.
I'm going hunting.
Knight: Why think when
You know you will be back
Isn't that victory good?
With the goods or without.....
Wolfs are a test,
And you would
They never spoke, they howled
You don't be wasted,
Get the prey you seek.....
So if the night falls,
Don't let your soul rest
'Cause with sunrise
Comes another task to survive.....
Your Knight? He is not even his own
And his armour won't shine forever, you know
But, pay heed to those words
For, the Knight fought all odds
Came out of the wilds, alive.....
Hunt, till you are bored
Hunt, till you have hunted for life.....
Li’l Girl: Invincible. Yes, I'm
And, hunting, is my passion.
But, I wish to take solace,
In the tenderness of my heart.
I'm weary and lost....
I need to be someplace else.
For now, it'll be just me.
And, my glistening eyes.
Thirsty lips. Awaiting.
Not for the wolves who howled.
But for the sparkle in my eyes.
Guileless. Warm. I'm.
Endearing love in my soul.
The hunter begins her journey,
In a path never taken before.
As I walk lost in my own world.
In a path filled with fuchsia carnations.
A brown palomino crosses my way.
His words lingered on....
"But, none could lift me off the ground....
I wonder why???"
Why did the Knight say that to me?
What was the reason behind this?
Knight: Hunting you make your passion
It has always been my passionate aspiration
Solace I do get in the blood
Don't know my heart is tender or not.....
Weary you may be, lost you are not...
Hunt for the place you seek to be.....
Wolves do remain
Behind the woods
With their glowing eyes,
They spy on you
Waiting for you to fall weak again
So that they can gobble up
The life that you call tender.....
A path never chosen
Is the path a hunter must be
Fresh territory. More terror
New kill, a new journey.......
A palomino is just one,
You have wild animals to face
Keep your eyes wide open
Not just wolves, even panthers wander....
Forget his words,
They mean something only he knows
He is not weak at all
To be swept of his feet, time and again....
He knows somebody waits in the west
Of the land he belongs to
Hoping he will come back one day
When the autumn sets in
And leaves begin to wither
For he is waiting to be with her
For more than a year
Hope she reads this someday.....
The knight says this to you
In a flow of words only
A poetic challenge he saw
A philosophical poet he became...
Li’l Girl: I fancy your aspiration.
Also, gives me an inspiration.
Your words make me think
Enlightened I’m in a blink.
Knight, thank you for everything.
Words cannot describe
The support. The laughter.
The realizations. Period.
I will still hate the 'respect'ed ghoul.
Empathy.
And, explore.
For, you know, it's not the words.
It's what lies beyond.
Tender is my heart.
Tender is my ghost.
Tender is my night.
Tender is the way I feel.
A lapse in my step is misperceived.
Intentions deceived.
I’m a secret. I’m a drop.
I’m the flame which burns the wolves.
I’m a twisted-sorted-tangled story.
Welcome to my life, wolverines.
Knight: Knight doesn't seek gratitude,
He was ordered to pull you across
He may not be a part of the journey
Through the woods, amongs the wolves
But, he realised your need ...
He just told you what you would anyways know
As you move ahead in your Journey
Journey through the wilds,
The journey you'll cherish for Life!!!!!
Come to 'respect'ed ghoul,
Don't empathize and explore
They are just words you hate
Not the actions that you should never forget..
Tender heart, in a tender ghost
During the tender night,
With so many tenders,
Tender would be the feelings that flow......
Yes, be a secret, be a drop
Be the flame, but not burn the dogs......
Be like the phoenix, rise from the ashes,
The story is pretty plain,
A journey!!!!!!
