i.
Atop her head, she weareth a crown
Tis, once was dead;
Though now alive, I've been found.
ii.
I was buried,
Verily; in the
Ground;
iii.
I mourned
For age's;
In a coffin compound.
iv.
Though by the grace,
The mercy of mine
God;
v.
I was restored
Inside mine
Amour; once
a cadaver, now
I've entered a
Door, a door that
Bringeth life, love
and reflection. In
An upward flight;
I've been saved, by
Queen Jane's invitation.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
i.
Atop her head, she weareth a crown
Tis, once was dead;
Though now alive, I've been found.
ii.
I was buried,
Verily; in the
Ground;
iii.
I mourned
For age's;
In a coffin compound.
iv.
Though by the grace,
The mercy of mine
God;
v.
I was restored
Inside mine
Amour; once
a cadaver, now
I've entered a
Door, a door that
Bringeth life, love
and reflection. In
An upward flight;
I've been saved, by
Queen Jane's invitation.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
