Angel of North Star (Eloise Suite)

Listen to Angel of North Star by Richard Charles Stevens (Eloise Suite)

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The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
She sang
Sang
.
She played
.
She played
Played
.
She sang
.
She sang
Sang
Sang
.
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady sang
The lady sang
.
Fearlessly
She strode the vale
Astride her steed
She owned the trail
Heeded not the lore imploring
She need be distressed and frail
.
While deathly pale
Her flesh unveiled
Each feeling preening
Sense prevailed
Fearlessly
She strode the vale
For leaps of faith
They never failed
.
Through leaden hail
She weathered gales
Attuned to blue moon’s tempered scales
Astride her Steinway
Baby grand
The lady played
The lady sang
.
Her sharp
.
Her flat
Flat
.
Her sharp
.
Her flat
Flat
Flat
.
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady played
The lady played
The lady sang
.
Sat astride the shaded bank
Wide eyes agape to rays refracted
Having made it safely back
Each daisy in her chain reacted
Every vein stained black
Her sharp
Her flat
Her heart untamed remarked that hers were scars too brave to be made captive
.
Bleeding the old-fashioned way
In ashen grey
Her passion play
Refashioned from the glazed clay of a fable re-enacted
Centre stage
From tender age
She underwent momentous change
To demonstrate the splendid shape
To face the fate exacted
.
She is
.
Trapped within
Impacted skin
No more
She soared
On fractured wing
Heeded not the lore imploring
All before
Be factored into blackening her slackening restraints
To taint the skies she painted
Actioning the traction
To enrapture sight in twilight faded
Masquerading every shade
Sweet serenade enabled
Fearlessly
She strode the vale
A decorated angel
.
Decorated angel
.
Decorated
Decorated
Decorated
Decorated
Decorated
Decorated
Decorated angel
.
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady played
The lady played
The lady sang
.
Fearlessly
She strode the vale
Astride her steed
She owned the trail
Heeded not the lore imploring
She need be distressed and frail
While deathly pale
Her flesh unveiled
Each feeling preening
Sense prevailed
Fearlessly
She strode the vale
For leaps of faith
They never fail
.
Through leaden hail
She weathered gales
Attuned to blue moon’s tempered scales
Astride her Steinway
Baby grand
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
.
Sang
Sang
Sang
Sang
.
Through leaden hail
She weathered gales
Attuned to blue moon’s tempered scales
Astride her Steinway
Baby grand
The lady played
The lady sang
.
The lady played
The lady sang
.
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady sang
The lady sang
.
The lady sang
.
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady played
The lady sang
The lady sang
The lady sang
.
Sang
Sang
.