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."**
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
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."**
How could I forget those words Lycan?
For every legend, there is a counter.
Request permission to use this poem