an orchard for my withering garden (the poem)

An orchard, for my withering garden (the poem)

Now
My flags go down,
And my roses frown
I build an orchard
For my withering garden
I dig a tomb
For my shivering mountain
Once
So high with pride
Now down
Like a falling king
Whos lost his crown?

Oh,
How fast lifes can change
In a moment of a mistake
What now has changed?
Death
Was never in range

Will i be buried?
Like many before?
Will I be forgotten?
Like many a w***e

Lores of gods and goddesses
Deeds of demons and vampires
Death and darkness
The genesis of the book
Gods and what they took
All grief
Upon thy fall

Live my love
Upon a gist
Is what they call
Life shall never die
Eyes shall never cry
Roses shall forever
Lie here a sign
To show light
Its way home

Close your eyes my darling
Sleep,
Die, die my love
Do not worry
I shall not cry
Go my love
For among the birds,
Ill see you fly
Free
Away you go
Ill pray for thee

by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

 

Reviews

[Frances O'Neill]

I find this poem very interesting. I tend to think with the love theme that it's verging towards a sonnet. It might be interesting that way!