Poem: Mist
The crow calls high from his steep,
It's shadow casting death across the crucifix,
It's eyes beading down through the mist,
The once bright lands now so missed.
You sit beneath the broken tree,
Once in blossom now none can see,
You want to cry and tell the world,
But you know they'll never know.
The prince once journeyed through these lands,
Picked you up and spun you round,
His heart was pure; his smile was nice,
But you never saw this presence of ice.
Now the once you thought purest heart,
Crept Satan himself from the dark,
As he picked you up he broke you apart,
Leaving the blood that will always smart.
The dust of his hooves as he goes,
Settles around you as thick as snow,
Until you cannot see him through the mist,
Only hear as he leaves you like this.
You know he will return but you cannot bear,
The image of him just standing there,
A monster for loving? No, you are brave,
Brave to be living until this day.
So when he returns that Satan and all,
Just remember these words as I speak to you,
You have seen this prince; love so might,
So remember that as you say hello tonight.
I wrote this ages ago but it's the first proper poem I wrote without counting the trash I had to write in school. I hope you enjoyed it, please comment below.
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RoLouG
Commented 59 months ago - 6th July 2011 - 19:51pm
This is beautiful, the imagery is fantastic. Well done!
PixieEyes
Commented 59 months ago - 8th July 2011 - 19:10pm
:) That's so wonderful
It was the first poem I ever wrote unless you count the ones I had to write in school.