What will always be

Ya another one.

What will always be

 

 

To have love within reach,

and fate would steal it from the edges of true loves heart.

 

This is the end of life,

the end of happiness,

the raise of darkness,

that again in this moment,

would snake it's cold biter fingers into the warmth of happiness,

and shape a stone alter to sacrifice passion,

as it walks the death march into my darkness.

 

No fire is given to quell passion,

no funeral’s requiem is spoken,

not a sigh of despair will pass lips.

 

Clamped in lonely cold shackles,

loves passion has been sentenced to this dark place,

to suffer fleeting hope from time to time.

 

Each time the alter gives up another passion,

fate laughs bolder,

with the knowledge,

that passion will soon visit,

this alter again.

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

awwww, this one tugs on the heartstrings, Ron.. the next to the last stanza is my favorite... I can relate all too well... beautifully written and moving..

[ron]

Thank you April.

[s y e]

Wow Ron, your emotions are so on point it makes the reader feel everything. Such a powerful poem but sad. Really well written though.

[ron]

Thank you Sye. I guess some of my stuff lately is like this.

[misha]

Such an emotional piece. It left a sense of tragedy and created a haunted atmosphere. Heartbreaking and well written!

[ron]

Thank you Misha.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Lordy but your lines make a heart ache.Your emotions are so powerful it touches the reader deeply.

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Can't help it.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)