Dark tales

Darkness falls as I take
one final glance at your
unblemished face.
Wiping a tear
from your fading emerald eyes,
as you bestow
your last ailing breath
upon my neck.
I scorn at the jagged
wounds strewn across your chest.
The sweet smell of
your sweat turns the bile
in my stomach.
Beaten in your desire
for bliss, ecstacy, pride,
gratitude... love,
The gradient is steep.
It's a long way to fall,
when your wings have
been burned,shamefull bliss,
exasperated love.
 

Reviews

[E. J. Gette]

Nice poem. It doesn't really flow well for me, but you use words very well. Keep Writing

[Glee]

Sweet poem. Good choice of words.

[Nicholas Hallows]

fading emerald eyes - this is a beautifully sad image. As is the entire poem. NH