Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
This is the third poem in my Lillien series. The first can be found here and the second here. Cover pic: https://cz.pinterest.com/Ve9m_4h I hear the soft ruffling of flowing linen robes, long striding footsteps on the withered grass, awakening the deep longing in my torn heart, have my prayers brought Lillien here at last? Too… Continue reading A Reverie | Poetry | Lillien Series
Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
No more silent, now I’ll speak, for I must For twenty long years, I’ve suffered enough. My heart wrenched out and trampled to dust I will shed tears, I’m sick of being tough.
Source : https://www.deviantart.com/aw-landscapes/art/Where-Darkness-rules-659019086 On darker days, when sorrow sets in And heart beats fill the boundless void, Alone - with no love, no hope, no kin - The inner demons leave my soul destroyed. Troubled and heavy-laden, I roam the woods Amidst the towering pines of Arandüil. Its solitude comforts my troubled moods. My respite… Continue reading The Call of Arandüil | Poetry | Lillien Series
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