Destiny of a Fool

Fränz Müller

I had a dream of the crow's black feathers

the bright yellow gleam of its eye

It bode me farewell, leapt from its perch

and returned to its place in the sky.

So I wandered through ruins, dreary and cold

with my horse, manservant and slave

Whilst I searched high and low for my fortune in gold

all that I found was my grave.

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Good rhyme paired with flowing meter and a haunting tale what more can I ask for in a poem a fave

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Poetic Licence

    The tale of many a fool, nicely written, enjoyed the read



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