The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

The Prince of Nowhere

The Prince of Nowhere

Pale skin and desperate lips,

See how down the water drips.

Standing strong in the rain,

Feel the pulse leap in his vein.

A long way he has travelled,

While ghosts of the past beside him are unravelled.

Enduring various tasks and trails,

The wounds fade after walking miles.

Curl up where the darkness finds you,

Give the devil all he's due.

A long road lies ahead,

And it's up to him where he treads.

Pale skin and desperate lips,

See how soft the hands grip.

Standing tall in the rain,

Watch it leave a darkened stain.

Overcome trails and tribulations,

No one around to whisper congratulations.

Throws himself into academics,

Until no more burns the candle wicks.

He lies on the bed in wait,

Maybe the stars are just tool ate.

But he hears the whispers of the moon,

And feels that something is coming, something soon.

Pale skin and desperate lips,

Place his hands on her hips.

Standing both in the rain,

Smile as it washes away the pain.

Swallow the blessed decadence,

Entangle together with elegance.

Savours the caress on his hair,

Holds her close in his comfy lair.

Feel the scars of the journey fade,

Nestle in a bed that's made.

And in his dreams, he's upon a throne,

In a castle and no longer alone.

Pale skin and desperate lips,

Water falling off hair tips.

Standing together in the rain,

With a whole new world to gain.