A man vibrant, soft, unique and above all other words
Armed with his sword to save a rose among thorns
On his shaggy, enormous horse he rode on the road to victory
Tossing and putting down his opponents; spilling a story
Praises rained from his fellow companions as they were bartered by his accomplishments
They camped, made bonfires and made many eyes drunk with astonishment
As if they were legends resurrected to display their acts
But when day broke and opened his tired eyes
He saw how far his longings were! Shattered, darkened by a gigantic cloud
He became aggrieved, churned about by despair which almost covered him like a shroud
He became estranged to his own self esteem
Gradually, a wallflower clustered with words that evaporates like steam
There, he realised where he stood and felt the drought on his feet
A journey to survive ensued. With no companion, he walked alone to find a "green lead."
With that "rose amongst thorns" in mind, his bones grew even more stronger
He continued his fight through time like a man who's endured a hunger
No one knows where he lodges in this wind
But we are sure that this Knight has found his "true wings"
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A Start To The End
PoetryThis is a collection of poems written in different seasons. There is an overlap of emotion, but they complement each other. The theme is characterised by regret, anger, love, sadness, optimism etc. It is open to interpretation and allows for structu...
