In a hand
Soft and small
A deadly band
To rule them all
My Master calls
Please don't let go
From hand I fall
Must this be so?
Down I go
Through dark and deep
Towards fire
And never ending sleep
The fire, it melts
My soul destroyed
My hope is gone
Here comes the void
For ever and after
Thus we remain
My Master and I
No longer twain
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
The poem is a careless word that's thrown upon the page,
While feelings and emotions, they take the center stage.
The words, they seem important - but at the end of day,
'Tis not the words themselves but the meaning they convey.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
Never will anyone read what her heart wrote,
Nor people tell of the Dragons that were slain.
But stories they were written....
And stories they remain.
And even if in this ravaged world all hint of them is lost,
They will never truly fade.....
For they bloomed within a young girl's heart,
And there they shall remain.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
The Words you've never spoken
The tears you've never cried
The hopes and fears of all those years
Have finally run dry
How far away you seem now
How vacant is your face
Your body's here beside me
Of you there's not a trace
How long will you keep hiding
Your secret self from me
If only you would let go
And drop yourself on me
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC