*warning that ending may be unsettling to some people*
As inspired by Angel_Alissia an amazing poet herself ~~~~~~~
As I walk beside the mortal beings
They speak of a love that is immortal
It is though they are constantly dreaming
As if their love will never be forceful
We think about our souls alight with passion
How can such a beauty be created?
We ignore the call for deaths pyre
How can our enlightenment be translated?
I gaze upon the stars of heaven From my dark underworld
They don't see that Love is futile like war is recast
Now I am torn between following my unbeating heart
or something that will not last
As I ignore death prior
Our passion becomes a fire
We see the light before us
As the pyre becomes our own
Mortals understand the hope of their own
They do not know the hope of me
Their immortal love will be shown in the light
As I snatch their souls into darkness before flight
(Quick side note this poem is a re designed poem used for an English assignment and is meant to be about death looking upon the pure thinking about how their love is costing them their purity. To him it is unpure and worthless once he come knocking on their door)
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Late night poetry
PoetryI want to hear feedback on the poems I write at late hours when my brain finds itself at peace. Enjoy :)
