Silently crept the night into my courtyard,
On my lap did the moon shine,
A story bred in Love's boulevard,
Born but in a puddle of brine;
Begins with the birth of an unknown destiny,
Beholder of a forsaken fortune,
A cry which bestows melancholy,
Like a knell sounding an ominous tune;
A forbidden tale floating in a lake of tears,
the hues been so mute,
Songs of the hell it bears,
As sweet as a blood fed flute;
A life running amok,
The duties left undone,
A pain becoming a laughing stock,
My demise was a paragon of fun;
Now I see the end of the road,
Behind me is a diminishing light,
I do not remember how deep pierced the sword,
Or how against death I lost the fight...
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
3 comments:
Such lovely thoughts !!
and I am the first one to comment.
That's injustice
p.s. remove this word verification thing, its a hinderence for those who want to comment on ur blog :)
:)
I'm an 18 year old spoilt child of wrath. I'v never liked reading poems but after goin thru ur blog it sure duz give me goosebumps. This is some sick poetry. thats all i cud say...
Mad props for the page.
amazingly good!! :)
I always knew any sad stuff made my go weak to my knees....this surely is one of them...truly worth a public post! :)
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