WitherA Poem by TamiVioletSonnet II of a series I'm working on
You have become a stranger to me; The show has ended, so take your bow; I am dying on Earth so it be; For a love that did refuse to grow old, the wind has been crying; Please, allow not my wings to fail me; My love has crossed the tainted bridge to darkness denying; Allow me not to witness the white dove's plea; No time to pack although my foot despises the door; The frost of winter has entered; Arm in arm with death, the wicked wolves have been howling more; Snow is falling rapidly, paralyzing my core, my centre; All that remains is a mere shadow of days gone by; When my love found another, my Spring Lilly withered and died.
© 2009 TamiVioletAuthor's Note
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