[poem] bells and sculpted angels

Key's Notes: I thought this would be a 'dark' poem again, because I'd been writing 'dark' poems lately. But all my attempts to write a 'dark' poem failed miserably, so I scrapped all of it and started writing from scratch. My "heroic" efforts have led to the creation of this rather short but cute "ang-torpe-mo-pare-make-your-move" - themed piece. Enjoy the fluff!

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Bells and Sculpted Angels

Through the blanketing of haze
"Take my hand." you say, bravely
And despite the tortuous maze
She'll stand beside you, maybe

"Take my hand." you say bravely
Through a meandering mist
She'll stand beside you, maybe
Or maybe forget all this

Through a meandering mist
All's quiet, take a chance
Or maybe forget all this
As you watch the vapor dance

All's quiet, take a chance
Amidst the bells and sculpted angels
As you watch the vapor dance
Embrace her as the music swells

Amidst the bells and sculpted angels
And despite the tortuous maze
Embrace her as the music swells
Through the blanketing of haze

Fin

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The title of this poem is taken from the lyrics of "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from The Phantom of The Opera. It's a pantoum, a poem with a pattern of repetition. For pantoums, the pattern of repetition is the second and fourth lines of one stanza become the first and third lines of the next. For more details, visit my page on villanelles and pantoums.