"Deeper the thorn, redder are the stains of blood, When it touches the spine, I see a new rose bud."
Category: Poetry
Dark Gothic | Poetry
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.
Fall Impressions | Poetry
The leaves of gold on branches grew, Bare branches on the trees were seen. The autumnal sun came flaring in, Over the hill-tops devoid of green..
Atonement | Poetry
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.
The Call of Arandüil | Poetry
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
An Ode to Shakespeare’s “Dark Lady”| Poetry
Clothed in bright, she shines like a star A beacon of hope, a light from afar. Light as a feather, she sails with the wind She commands the night; she is dark-skinned.
Back to the Shire| Yorkshire| England
An ode to Yorkshire.
Have you ever loved a rose?
“ Have you ever loved a rose, And watched her slowly bloom; And as her petals would unfold, You grew drunk of her perfume. ”
