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 lover's flower.
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dusk arising (
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Comments3
Felt that one in my heart!
Thank you. I guess us poets are susceptible.
My lover's flower is still with me for me to give her when I meet her again.
Andy
And those feathers Andy.
Every line truly moving, to be reread again and again
Thank you SureshG.
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