The bastard son of a broken heart
A frozen soul grasping in the dark
A father of light and a mother of color
Life of a dream and the hope of a marrow
A human eye never seen such sorrow
With kindred fire and Death a friend
With son of Ice liars to the end
Truth found in life the lie
Never more to live, nor die
Paradise a broken dream
Songs of joy the harpy sings
Blessings of darkness
Curses of light
Man nor devil feel the plight
Of an angel with no wings
But friends are feathers
And feathers light
With enough that son gains flight
Grounded no more with earth or man
They found flight to leave that land
Blessed grace and mercy gone
To find a new angel and sing their (her) song
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
