The Dying Planet & The Prince

Trying to push my creative skills by challenging myself to write a poem about a completely random (but very famous) story.

The Dying Planet

Starlight, pass me not.

Starlight, silver fingers stretching across the black consciousness in reach.

Starlight, a feel of loss.

Starlight, glitter beyond abyss, tides of time will reach the hopeless beach.

 

The Prince

Kill, I tried - soaked the earth with my pride.

Again nothing came, spirit ablaze - the level reached, just the same.

Kill, I died - my race I couldn't save, dwindled in size.

Again, life replenished anew, legendary form - but nothing was the same.

Rrecoil did my appetite " disgust, in broiled were the fallen ones - in rust.

Of skill, of mind, of everything in time - dishonour, it's nigh, higher level, must climb.

The God of end - our fates were bent, this power is true, a lake - tranquil and blue.

 

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh