The haunting and soiled alley that was my grounds,
Ink black skies filled with small untainted pieces of paper,
Decaying walls of brick and a carpet of garbage.
You do not belong here,
You with the eyes of the finest cut sapphires,
You with waves of the Pacific Ocean rooted to your scalp,
You in the well tailor cloth that perfectly molds around
Your noble figure but is unworthy to caress skin as smooth as
Finely sculpted marble.
But there is a man in the poorest of rags,
His dirty coat held barely held together by the aging threads,
Messy and uncut hair the color of horse hay,
A jagged fault across his face similar to a cracked bowl,
R. E. O. Speedwagon,
That is me.
And yet you who is bright and pure of heart like the
Mid-day light,
Offered your gentle hand to me.
The darkness of the night,
The shadows of the alley,
The cold of the falling snow,
All of that was if it had not existed the moment you smiled at me.
It was as if you were not a man but the sun itself,
The paragon of life and beauty,
Wholly untouchable and forever out of reach,
Why would Apollo mingle with man?
Why would Theseus offer his hand to the Minotaur?
This Saint comforts the sinner.
And this sinner once deviant now has turnt devotee.
I pledge my life,
My loyalty,
My heart to you,
My noble sun.
I haven't written anything for Jojo in a LONG time but it's high time I made another poem. This one was requested by Frizzything1 I hope you like it!
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Jojo's bizarre adventure poems
PoetryI love Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and I love writing poetry. I hope you like some of the stuff. And yes, this is all my own writing. You can leave requests for characters. I will do any characters from every part except jojolion (part 8). I don't know...
