Upon rereading this poem, I realized how awful the interrupted ending was. Storywise, it could work, not here and not like this. So, I updated the poem with four extra lines to finish it and fixed the structure. I hope you guys like this better than the first try!
And therefore here I stand
At the border of the Universe
A sword held tight in my hand.
I broke the world, I fear
My choices leading to this...
I thought them to be clear!
But now, now I know well
The hate and sorrow I felt
But I'm sure it was a spell!
Was it you, my dear love?
Was it you who poisoned me so?
When you knew I could not love.
Was it you, with that kiss?
Was it you, under the tree?
When I accepted this bliss.
You must well know, then
The next step I must take
So I'll never fall again
The border is so close
I can feel it in my bones
So I take my sword high
And I'll show you my might
Across battlefields fierce
With a mind well and clear
(February 2nd '22. Updated last four verses underlined and structure: October 21st '23)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
