When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
Category: Poetry
Unveil my Mysteries| Poetry
Before you remove my long flowing veil, And uncover the secrets that lie beneath, Be wary of the peril that lies ahead, As you face the demons under the sheath.
Changing Rhythms | Poetry
You spot the twinkle in my longing eyes, You feel the butterflies flutter their wings, We dance away throughout the night - To the sound of lutes and soothing strings.
In Her Eyes | Poetry
Hand in hand, we sail to the edge of the wide world; And into the deepest of still waters all worries toss.
Crowning Glory | Poetry
You fill the void in every paragraph - In my world's stage, you play all lives - A thousand deaths cannot strike you Like an ancient phoenix, you survive.
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.
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