Fading

whisperingquill

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.

 

Copyright © 2017 Whisperingquill.All Rights Reserved

 

 

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2017 00:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Unrequited always
  • Category: Love
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  • kevin browne

    like the forget me nots how the heck can I forget about your supreme poetry skills. beautifully written. keep this brilliant work alive.

    • whisperingquill

      Thank you Bro that is actually a very old piece

    • Q

      Wow, love the medieval theme. Well written and very thought provoking.

    • FredPeyer

      I can only agree with Kat. Your style captivates me.



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