Fate

 

My secret spirit  doth in  twilight comings

I cannot be with thee, you depart quickly

Darkness covert my bones in agony

Fire rips the soul in my heart, mindless journeys

My very existence in time ends, wolf howls in mine presence

Unearthly vengeance is mine, demon seeker is thou , comfort 

O' my love for me bade not she

Forth each cut shall be bladed stiff

Darkness will come quickly I pray not

Nay the weeping maiden again is she?

My darling the note scribbled softly, torn skirt shadows her

Red crimson be the color she will see, my blood my needs

Swine she called last, with aloud I call her not lady

Village idiot rambles the morning before yet epitaph

Sweet red juice of the vine of unhappiness

Shall you weep for my mourning aspirations of life?

Be not afraid of the dark cloak of death

I morn she , gallows await my fate

Reviews

[GetTheHellOut]

Awesome work. Great poem.

[universalove]

I SHALL PUT THIS POEM IN THE APARTMENT IN MY MIND. REALLY GOOD.

[Lewis Findley]

beautifuol and magnifiscent

[Mysty Rayn]

Very well written. Enjoyed it.