Poetry count: 17
May 20, 2024, Monday, 7:48pm
𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
All the blood shed,
All these years gone,
All the memories dread,
All the moments we spent in the dawn,
All of this, for nothing,
Everything went down the lawn,
The broken vases, the trodden letters,
And the long forgotten melody of our song,
Everything collapsed down,
Like a muddy house build on a town,
The strings broken, the untold stories of our own,
Like water it flew away, like leaves it fell down,
The story that once used to inspire others,
Has been cursed and broken by a spell,
Our story, our love, our rose's smell,
An empire built through power, through love,
Attacked by the outsiders fell.
