Take my hand,
I'll lead you without worry.
To pass time, my friend,
I shall write you a story.
A great battle,
for land and protection.
Testing a young lads morals,
and his great love's interjections.
Oh my, can't you understand,
he loved her quite alot.
He decided before she died,
a passionate confession was sought.
Second by second,
he poured his heart out.
Through the layer of pain,
she wondered what he went on about.
Within the hour of her death,
he laid out three white roses.
Unnoticed by the council,
wiping their damp noses.
Your eyes, dear friend;
they are damp with tears.
I have not seen you cry,
in all our three hundred years...
YOU ARE READING
Dreamless Nights.
PuisiA collection of poetry have written over the years, becoming more and more recent.
