Mist Breather

Alex Arnot

Here, your soul is mine to own

Fate condemned you to wander Limbo

Forever under my domain,

My dominion and my reign.

Meander empty, ashen plains

Meander forests, stained in grey.

 

Your heart stilled and devoid of feeling

Twisted, bled and wrung of being

Governed by a perpetual sense of confusion

The afterlife's promise and disillusion

Between oblivion that calls your name,

And paradise lost is where you stay.

 

Echoes of mislaid voices, never ending

Cries for answers, ever pending

Here your hopes and dreams are robbed

Your only companion is the fog

And here o'er you, I watch with glee

As you try to face eternity.

  • Author: Alex Arnot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2020 16:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: Haven't really had many feelings to share as of late, so I decided to write a fantasy poem.
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 8
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.