Riding Unto Remission

As riding through the nowhere, in the place that once meant something somewhere,

As riding on this ground frozen in time now, ground covered with snow…

As riding through this nowhere where no fire dares to blow, where only cold wind and shattered hearts dance around me,

My heart is saying her last words: I’m coming for you, darling.

Only me and my horse riding, fearless this time, on your white realm, towards the center of your Great, majestic Hall,

Such a privilege my sweetheart to finally meet the place where you hid my heart among all of your w****s…selfish I must have definitely been for thinking you belonged only to me.

I’m riding through this nowhere, towards your house of pride and glory

And my lord, my thirsty for blood sweet lord, you mustn't have put your guard down,

You mustn't have treated me as a fool,

Your highness, you shouldn’t have let no people watch outside your room,

For me sword is sharp, for your soul is doomed,

I told you darling that I shall come for you,

I told you darling that the circle does nothing but spin round and round,

Is just this time happens for you to be in the gloom.

Here you are, my loving ex belonging, sitting in the corner of your golden brown chamber.

You must not fear me now for I am worthless, my head has no power to judge, my hands hold no Strength, remember?

My king, your hands seem to be shaking,

I’m glad you noticed time has changed,

I’m glad I noticed there is no such thing as absolution,

I’m glad you see now the fire in my eyes, too bad it’s too late,

I’m glad you feel now the power of my will, how worthy I am and that you feel the strength Within my hands holding this sharp sword of steel,

That you gave it to me to our first anniversary.

Sweet love, you should have foreseen this tragedy that is about to happen, you are a wise man, Aren’t you? not like me.

You should have known the urge I have for all that is sharp and then adding this beautiful reaper To my collection…you really didn’t believe in my self…but it’s alright,

This sword, with whom all had begun, shall have the honor to end this life of yours,

With this sword I shall pierce through this cold heart of yours,

With this sword I shall end all that is wrong, all that it was so it will never venture to be,

So that everything that was lost inside there, for that was not the right place for them to lay,

Will fly on the wings of wind and search and find the real real, the true meaning of life and love.

 

The king is dead. Long live the king in his deepest sleep of dark torment,

May he rest in peace among his brothers.

Reviews

[MAC]

what a wonderful poem, flowed well just like a flick. excellent write

[Daniel88Batson]

Very nice. I think it's your best =D

[Thea]

Quite long but a very nice poem...Well written and I love the imagery...I really can see what was happening.. :)))

[Lily Mae]

This is awesome.. I felt like I was watching a mini movie..xx

[Becky C Strukamp]

Great imagery! Loved reading this.