It's a Long Road to the Albert Hall
Aura Thundera
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The frosty moonlight on the waves
Traces the white foam on the silver sand,
And a few stars shine through the gray sky.
He walks alone in the cold wind;
His golden hair whips wildly about,
And he sings an enchanting melody.
He looks out across the waves
Turning his back on the land that welcomes him,
And remembering his home.
So long ago he dropped his gift
As it brought only misery.
He licks his lips with a long pink tongue,
And his eyes flash dark with memory
Of all he has lost to get here.
He looks up, into the cloudy sky
Seeing things beyond vision
Seeing dreams lost to time
And the shifting sands of fate.
His hair is flyaway wild;
Revealing the dark roots
That hint at his crowning glory
In the years long gone by;
In the years that hurt him.
Memory calls out to him
From the depths of those days.
Torturing him with what-might-have-been,
Keener than any other pain.
The rocks of his love crumbling away
Perilously beneath his unsteady feet.
In memory, that pain lies fresh
Deep within his heart.
In the arms of both his wives,
He sought solace for a love lost
In the maelstrom that broke his dreams.
She sang to him in tones of love
Like none of his wives ever did.
She sang to him and his soul sang too.
And then she turned away;
From then his soul walked alone.
Tonight, the memory of love is strong,
Memory of her by his side
On this desolate stretch of sand,
So many years ago.
Spray from the sea falls on him,
Mingling the sea salt
With the salt of his tears.
He turns aside from the sea
Turning his back on the quagmire
Of his past, to face the dawn
That brings a brightening future.
For though he walks alone,
The burdens of his heart grow lighter
He knows that he is still loved,
And love brings light to the darkest heart.
He dances a few steps, smiling,
Eager to take his place in the light.
He faces the cool sea breeze
And laughs in the face of despair.
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