i.

Skaidrum, we art lost in the whirlpool galaxy
Thou art far-flung from thy king, me from mine queen;
We hath not much time to get back to planet earth
A black holes in the distance, a new star's birth.

ii.

Skaidrum, friend; no sunlight is to surround us
This place is dusk, how I misseth mine sweet jane;
We hath enough food for a week, and one day's gain
If I were thou, I'd telleth thy king thou loveth him again.

iii.

Mine lass wilt be looking for me, how cold I feeleth
In this spaceship were in, I need Jane's warmth, her tint;
Skaidrum, the nebula's art all around, though no portal to get back home, I prayeth we seeith ourn love's soon.

iv.

Dear Poet, Sir Brandon, Sharpen thy tongue for war
Vigilant stars harbor no pity for separated lovers liketh us,
Lady Jane's lamentation becomes mournful gravity to thee;
Darkness swallows the four corners of mine heart.

v.

Pay no heed to the distances, death; how certainly welcome
As we rideth greek constellations, legends, and vagabonds.
I will bid thou safe travels, poetic wishes, universal footprints;
As thee descend upon the sky ladder to thou's lover.

vi.

I shall followeth in due time, I hear not mine king calling.
Patience goes hand n' hand with deliverance,
In our path of starlit misery; we embarked together as poets
Adieu for now sir Brandon, part with nightsong wings.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
©Duo poem by me brandon nagley and Skaidrum
©Skaidrum

The teacher tells the class to write a poem
Jokes on her, the kid in the back has already written over two thousand.

--
is a ***** liar
  that insists things were
  better than they  seemed.
--

Love-lit eyes shining silver words to her
The moon was the sky's sin
That night the poet's lips told how the skin breathes
      

    Dear Frost,
     The willow hung left and skewed among stars
Flesh will flower a God,
                                Her tongue that of a dragon's,
And her body drumming hell's waltz
      What's wrong with having dark ashen wings?
              Darling,
                               Silence hung in the universe just as much as hate.
      And I bargained my way to the window,
                Just to watch an angel fall to the burning mountain side.
                             A new bloodstream was born


Lungs have lied their last lisp
Secrets pointed to tiger stones,
But within that emerald hilt I saw divinity.
Sleeves catching the sunset
And in a bag I held her self-pity.

Loyalty counters, blooming a Lord.
Cancer bound in her heart

If we make it through the night,
         Then maybe we'll make it through the war.

Despair shifted, grasping her hope
As if she hadn't already sacrificed enough.
A sickness spreads like embers in hay
The evening casted her away in that grown snow
I'm sorry that destiny gave a visit
A candle burning the horizon in her eyes

"Legend has it,
      he could talk the sun
          into setting."              

Aye, but a forgotten myth stirring in the depths
Her eyes now held that of moonshine

**"Myth be told,
      he could talk the moon,
           into rising."