His only kindness came from her
An unknown history degrades his future
Yet his silent protest stubbornly rings
A proud heart ; with an empty stomach
Searching eyes; with a definite vengeance
'Seldom to sigh - scarce seen to smile'
Tortured by Satan; the devils sister his only hope, glows
Deems himself a villain that only destruction will suffice
A lovers rejection; betrayal at the hands of his soul
A pain heavily felt by his own
His absence screams in her nights; dulls the bright
His presence excited a suppressed fire; the coal burns fervently, once again
But he lights another to burn the other
A scar that is worn by those to come.
Priest to a union of fire and ice,
One too cold to live; the other - too bright to die
As opposing natures do; ice is overcome
The flame still burns - with that of its own
A vengeful appetite no longer growls; but he hungers
For that which is beyond.
To lie in an ecstasy of peace, underneath the moor as wild as he;
Next to his beloved soul that lies with thee.
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WUTHERING HEIGHTS POETRY
PoesíaThe story of Wuthering Heights and it's characters inspire the darkest, passionate and tumultuous feelings that I now write using the words the poet in me dictates. #TeamHeathcliff
