Oh, The grayest of days-
A cold, abandoned sky bereft of hope
Where all the scenes above are grim and taupe,
And no soul knows
where Fortune goes,
A mystery inside a zoetrope.
A place to hide the poison that is Hope.
A Hope for better days.
Oh, The darkest of days-
The life of love once thought to much abound
Is dying, lying still on broken ground.
The water red
signs Love as dead
With not a single friend or foe around
To pick him up and lie him in the ground.
A sign of sadder days.
Oh, The brightest of days-
The innocent will walk as angels do;
Diminished faith is breathed to life anew.
The God of all
reverse the Fall
And love is resurrected just for you.
A gift to give to she in love with you.
A dream for brighter days.
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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
PoetryA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.
