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Let's start the
Renaissance
all over again.
All we need to do
is obtain hearts
so that we can take a knife
and make our veins
pump out art.

From dark and empty alleys
creeps the melancholic
drone
of an old decaying organ,
with your fingers dancing
across the keys.
From the shadows of a
chapel
cries the gentle song
that I pull forth from this
blood bedewed violin.
Every creature stops
in the revel
to tremble at this music
that meets at the gallow's base.

And here we sit in
Florence
with you behind a canvas
painting me with ink stained hands
from the flow of words
I pour onto parchment.
Hang the saints in oil,
I'll trap their glory
in ink
and together history will belong
to us,
because it is we who
cause the rumors
whispered into facts.

All day long we dream
and all night we run
awake through the city streets
because in this life we are
kings.
All of our wounds,
our battle scars,
are hidden behind Venetian masks.

It's a shame that we were
martyrs.
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:iconlmw-creations:
LMW-Creations Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Student Writer
Beautiful thoughts, and phrasing, truly.
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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:iconevilscarrlett:
EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
wonderful- what a poem!
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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:iconevilscarrlett:
EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome :)
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