Majesty

A violet haze crowns the sky monarch lays down to die
A burial pyre is ignited in fire as darkness takes his place
Shadows of gossamer weigh down the eye
Faded memories leave their trace

Dawn’s breath a fog of night
Swirls around the breast of hills
And timber hairs stand in fright
As those of might their lust fulfills

The gray stone wall In shadows grows black
Breathe deep the dawn’s emerging light
Green the fields of Elysium, buried come back
Soon fade to gold, new life ignite

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Powerful poem , I felt as if in graveyard. Good

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your review of this poem. It is appreciated and your remarks are highly valued.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of renewal to it. Some of the images seem sinister, but the last verse has hints of resurrection.

[Soren]

Thank you, John for the read and comment. As always, they are valued and cherished.

[Marie]

Wondering if this metaphoric write pertains to the dying of a King/Queen, Soren? Perhaps in an Asian country as he/she is cremated in a funeral pyre? This person leaves memories behind to those old enough to remember, they are now tired and in need of rest and sleep. As dawn emerges, the souls of the heroic and virtuous in Greek mythology and religion return to life, but soon fade with daylight and the sunshine as new life begins. A very thought provoking write, Soren. Very finely penned and studded with some dark and light imagery. A great write! Wish I could decipher the poem! Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Soren]

Thank you, Marie for your interpretation. Yes that well could be what I had in mind when I wrote. It was the dying of the sun king of the sky. Your interpretations are always appreciated, mind expanding, and certainly valid.

[Marie]

Most welcome, Soren and thank you for your kind words. I am most grateful...