Gone are the days we frisked in graveyards -
Jouncing on vaults, dancing to sea-bards.
Waves, like curves, calm seas, tempests above -
Should have known, Nyx claims all that's love.
Take and slaughter our taste of love,
Spread heartbreaks, blows, distress;
Obliterate the sinless dove,
To clean monarchy's mess.
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Remember them - a poem for remembrance day
PoetryHow would a wife, a son, a daughter, a lover or even a friend feel when their one special person has passed to the life to come? Pretending that I do because I wrote this poem is really easy. but no. I don't, and the poem is open to interpretation.
