Treading across the sunlit stretches
I was lost in the corridors of time
Gliding above cornfield and patches
and arrest of a wonderful crime
The flames did burst the stories bare
until all was ashes in the air
It was a place that tears will never survive
but out of the ruins came out something alive
pirouettes pasts, future twirls
exploded an Eden I never willed
beneath silent wishes, ashes still there
of books and secrets and illicit affairs
I now see through the cracks of ice
light that my own darkness defies
my soul has groaned for an answer
and all along it was a prayer
But what can I say, cold and dead?
Taken by the gale so strong it led
to the emerald castles I call my own
a can, a lion and a scarecrow you've known.
YOU ARE READING
Fair Folk Elegy
PoetryHave you ever woken up one morning and felt like everytime you do, you die every single day? Did you ever love so much at the cost of losing track of yourself in the process? And did the heartbreak set you free but never left you unscathed, shatter...
