A Poet's Fate

The essence of beauty

Captured by one man alone

Turns writers to poets 

Making nature their throne

They surpass the horizons

Such men see the unseen

They create the creation

And they turn man to king

 

And the world becomes weightless 

As the dirt becomes clean

They find beauty in darkness

Making nature their queen

As they drop down their head

And get lost in her eyes 

They let go of themselves

And invite her inside

And they lie there together

With their souls intertwined 

Watching heavens turn charcoal 

As the sun turns to wine

Her undeniable beauty

Allows vast waters flow

She has hair made of summer

And her dress made of snow 

And as men, they grow jealous

They all fight for her hand

Though such love, truly endless

Men will die only men