Hovering a mystic shroud
drapes methodically over
the cleft of her breast,
synapses intertwined
with dancing jesters.
She is a torniquet of
frivolous hope,
scarred eyes and
omniscient reluctance
is my fool on a steed;
crescendo between
the fabrication of this
heartfelt equation.
Who am I to suggest
she's a keeper who here
can regress to the
world of lonely nights?
A blanket of castles form
the boundaries of my walls;
my moat is paradoxical with
chivalry as acid water.
Carry obsidian crosses
to cultivate into blooming
forget me nots.
A pale hued panther
is my final defense,
this warrior poet,
never knowing
amours commence.
Fading,
fading,
gravitating to this
unknown prism;
a fear pulsates the childlike
anarchy of my ventricle;
sacred are the few who
captures the quintessence of one.
Fading, fading into the
heart of a winter sun.
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Author:
Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Unrequited always
- Category: Love
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Comments3
like the forget me nots how the heck can I forget about your supreme poetry skills. beautifully written. keep this brilliant work alive.
Thank you Bro that is actually a very old piece
Wow, love the medieval theme. Well written and very thought provoking.
Thank you Q 🍻
I can only agree with Kat. Your style captivates me.
Thank you brother 🍻
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