He was the moon and I the sun, my beloved and I....
He would die every morn just to let me breath, and I in turn died each night that his majesty could be seen
Oh yes, we have each other everything, my beloved and I.
Yet, my beloved sought to give me more, and sought harder each day than the one before for the perfect gift to bring to me... The chaos and sorrows this would bring, not even I could foresee.
He found the perfect gift, he thought, yet it came at the steepest price... He gladly sold his soul for me, never thinking twice.
Yet, the beastly gift he brought home for me I watched slowly devour him whole- the man that I loved became blacker than night, and our love began to grow cold.
I tried everything to bring him back, but in the end there was only one way..
I offered my soul on death to him, and watch him from afar to this day
2016
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Thorns
PoetryA book of my original poetry! Some of these are poems I wrote years ago.. Some are by request... All of them by yours truly!
