A candle lit not long ago has died
Forgive me reaper it was I that cried
But didst I not light that flame myself
To only see it cut by blackened scythe
Forgive me preacher it was I that lied
But didst not I fight for truth while I
fought with death the candle died
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A letter written by no-one to someone.
- Category: Letter
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Comments2
Sounds great! i'd love to know the deeper meaning!!
It is a sister poem to one that I will soon post- It describes the death of hope / someone precious. It describes every action we take, to only find that our very efforts to maintain hope have killed it. Every ill-fated choice of those with only good intentions, who will always have to beg for forgiveness, forgiveness which seldom ever comes. We can never truly atone...
That's the meaning.
Very, very good writing Reivax. I like your Poesque style.
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