What castle now
awaits me skyward.
Where comes
a light of hope.
This lantern dimmed
within my soul
casts shadows
into doubt.
The reapers joy
has scarred my face
with tear's
pathetic trails.
My haunted heart,
encloaked and bitter,
no more a
passion's start.
Though skyward
holds no beauty.
A solemn songbird
laments death's hour
Autumn presents
it's golden wreath.
As I lay to rest
my love's flower.
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Comments4
Depressingly lovely DA. Good poem
i hoped this was going to cheer you up DOH!
Beautifully expressed my friend!
Thanks Dan.
Such a sad read but written with real passion and a real 'must' read.
That's a first thank you. I wrote a 'must read'.
Such an emotive write d a.
Andy
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