#stillborn - Hello Poetry

To a heart born blue with the moon on one’s face A butterfly flew and flew, trying to get out of that locked cage A deathly curse to sleep was a fairytale come true A life of mere seconds, a life of a heart born blue Nameless masks stolen, words forged in the blacksmith’s hand A merciful lie becomes armor, a purpose of a life that doesn’t beat Though the prince searched long and wide for someone to slay the dragon in the land; A wave would come, building up and up till all is still but the sea A fated doom that could not be avoided, a said hero that played along Crouching at god’s feet, his feathers falling even as he sings his lord’s songs What mercy, must it be, to have a heart born blue What mercy, must it be, to see the world and to fall again, for it too Wasn’t the angel that claimed the breath, but the reaper whose sorrow was far too great To watch sons and daughters fall from his hands, to be held was a wish granted far too late Alone, must he be, sad, must he be To see a thousand lives, wishing for one, to live and to breathe and not just see For death to come at his hands, even if he sits at the top The clouds fall away and the land becomes grey, and he knows not how to make it stop Too late, would he grasp the child’s hands, too late would he rise Too late would come the sun into dawn’s crying eyes At but last, how to cry out and to be free, of a curse of eternal life To not bring the love, the dear, into god’s arms and chosen, promised lifght Far apart, the rain shall fall. And still the torn souls scream to be free, to fly But alas, a mercy. To have a heart born blue. Through this cycle, of endless tries and fails, to hold and to lose the memory With tears as stars even as it is silent, the birds do not sing To sleep for a thousand years, and to awake a mother of time And to become a reaper’s child, one never kept out of sight Oh, to a heart born blue, no blood to take away To drown on it’ own breath, but alas, a mercy. Such a mercy, for in life they do not stay With a heart born blue

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Sep 10, 2025

Sep 10, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC

Skloofen

A Heart Born Blue

To a heart born blue with the moon on one’s face A butterfly flew and flew, trying to get out of that locked cage A deathly curse to sleep was a fairytale come true A life of mere seconds, a life of a heart born blue Nameless masks stolen, words forged in the blacksmith’s hand A merciful lie becomes armor, a purpose of a life that doesn’t beat Though the prince searched long and wide for someone to slay the dragon in the land; A wave would come, building up and up till all is still but the sea A fated doom that could not be avoided, a said hero that played along Crouching at god’s feet, his feathers falling even as he sings his lord’s songs What mercy, must it be, to have a heart born blue What mercy, must it be, to see the world and to fall again, for it too Wasn’t the angel that claimed the breath, but the reaper whose sorrow was far too great To watch sons and daughters fall from his hands, to be held was a wish granted far too late Alone, must he be, sad, must he be To see a thousand lives, wishing for one, to live and to breathe and not just see For death to come at his hands, even if he sits at the top The clouds fall away and the land becomes grey, and he knows not how to make it stop Too late, would he grasp the child’s hands, too late would he rise Too late would come the sun into dawn’s crying eyes At but last, how to cry out and to be free, of a curse of eternal life To not bring the love, the dear, into god’s arms and chosen, promised lifght Far apart, the rain shall fall. And still the torn souls scream to be free, to fly But alas, a mercy. To have a heart born blue. Through this cycle, of endless tries and fails, to hold and to lose the memory With tears as stars even as it is silent, the birds do not sing To sleep for a thousand years, and to awake a mother of time And to become a reaper’s child, one never kept out of sight Oh, to a heart born blue, no blood to take away To drown on it’ own breath, but alas, a mercy. Such a mercy, for in life they do not stay With a heart born blue