Witch, CraftA Poem by EmeraldFacet
When two lovers part
What happens to their art? Does it cease to exist Does it die and distintegrate Does it transform and persist Do they let it integrate Does is it stain their soul Will they ever again feel whole If it were up to me Ive got some ideas for this legacy Id want it to break you open Your soul to hemorrhage words unspoken To form from your lips a healing spout To sting as it seals your wounds and erase the doubt To wash the sins of your father lest they stain your path To fill the void in you excavated by your mothers wrath To scortch the lies you tell yourself to limit your strength And sear your arrogance in agony you succum to its length Id want the pain to brings you to your knees Every drop of poision it wrangles from its squeeze In the midnight hour when you gasp to catch your breath Thinking surley it must be the last before your untimely death You're revived only to inhale the sweet scent reminiscent of my womb To haunt you for the rest of your days trapped in this tomb To know that the gash will heal just shy of completion Can easily sealed but only by the touch of one specific Grecian A simple spell i set on thee To forever yearn your first love, whom can you neither touch nor see When you cast your eyes upon the ocean Where the water meets the skies Awake each morning seeking for an elusive potion To never halt the search for her in every pair of a new lovers eyes © 2024 EmeraldFacet |
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1 Review Added on February 17, 2024 Last Updated on March 4, 2024 AuthorEmeraldFacetAboutI believe that embers of the past have just enough potential to start a fire in our soul, enableing each one of us to, not become great for ourselves, but rather to do something great for someone else.. more..Writing
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