My love, the gallows.

To the gallows my heart my will go;
Taking my love to the grave
It belongs in the sunken flesh of the earth
Strewn out across the infinite abyss of skeleton soil
My sword weeps behind it’s shield
with sadness stained steel
You poke and prod
But you are flimsy and frail
The shield is a call to arms for the resurrection calm
Dead night
Dead day
Await death, it’s what we crave
For how long will the shield stay
And when will the sword break?
I may never know
So I must take my love to the grave.

Reviews

[blushwine]

This poem is touching. It's so deep, and at the same time flows smoothly.

[Brandon]

i love how deep this entire poem is, its like dark but i think thats best, light poetry isn't my think i think thats why i enjoyed this so much.

[J Todd Underhill]

I have a love that I will carry with me to the grave as well, this reminded me of her, which is bitter sweet. I guess we all have one of these. I haven't even confided this to my wife, Nor shall I. Great Write! Are you a Sylvia Plath fan?

[EMF]

Stunningly dark and extremely well crafted. Very combatitive with a sense of romanticism, but not sentimentalism. Brilliant.

[RAWR!]

this was cool, medieval and all.
thanks for sharing ^_^

[Robin]

this flows perfectly, the images against a backdrop of melancholy . the symbolism , of sword and shield , a Joan of Arc meets Romeo and Juliet feel

I like this .