When You Look To The WestA Poem by December BlaizeThe lady sings her song of longing, A forlorn tale of endless strife; Every breath still bears the bane of death, With bitter taste of wasted life. It seems she has forgotten laughter, A sound lovely, haunting, and light; Cold creeps in as her jaded heart sleeps, The kingdom growing black as night. Defiant cries are lost to the wild wind, Wicked fires blaze and scorch the lands; Golden leaves glow for all she wants to show, But dull is the blade in her hands. Take up the cursed cause of the fallen, O noble Lady shroud in silhouette; Weep no more but find your place in lore, Lead us on into the golden sunset! Ride the last shining road out of Heaven, For its glorious doors are shut to you still; With crown of light and will to stand and fight, O Lady lead the sun beyond the West hill! © 2012 December BlaizeAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorDecember BlaizeNCAboutI've been pretty much inactive for a while now. If you're reading this, thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy my writing, but just know that I have no plans to post anything new at the moment.. more..Writing
|