Love is the reason that there are tears in my eyes
But it is also the reason I live in the world full of lies.
It hurt like hell; know if it ring a bell?
River in my face makes my light swell, I know it well.
This story is a tragic end
See all the sadness I will face
Going to the road of hell
To save someone aswell...
I'm Elliot a knight to thee I live, princess of eclipse
Beauty and talent is to be seen,
But why princess seems to flee?
I never seen her again but in dreams, so I plea.
"Please be safe under the same blue sky we might meet,
I pledge my life for all I care,
You're my life and so I pray.
Please be happy in the arms of prince,
Next I wish in to next life I will be born a prince so I am free
To love my dear"
That night the silver arm trust in my heart
And plant crimson roses in the tub
See if they fly in the room of hatred they will die.
And so I believe of such...
Crow and full moon will cry
If they know the feeling of like.
No! this I will not do
The violin is still in tune
My life must knew the mood
The feeling of the few...
Every day is torture fare
Were princess love just beat a bear
Strong and prince, who am I to live
He is everything you will need
Shield and sword is not me
It never meant to be
I know it dear
This is the feeling of love and fear...
Torment... Torment... Torment...
Everyday this is met
My metal armor melt,
And every emotion fell...
"I LOVE YOU THEE!!! THIS IS IT...
FOR SO LONG I PLEA. PLEASE BE MINE AND OFF WE LEAVE
MAKE A HOUSE AND BE IN PEACE
HAVE A FAMILY AND TOGETHER WE WILL LIVE.
YOU ARE MY REASON TO BE..."
Loving a princess if you’re a knight is a crime in us
And so I am exiled and leave to bath
To the place unknown I am taken to die
This is what happen in those to learn
How love can strengthen people in life...
I have done nothing, I just love.
I have no regret this is enough
This time I'm so blue
I always wonder what happen to you
For my love is pure...
I walk and walk; looking for a city I have no clue.
Everything is new...
It is dark and a only a silent moon…
Unlike my country Verona that always noon.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days I walk nonetheless
And finally I see a country I please...
This is no dream this is the place I miss
This is where I will live God guide me to spring...
But before I got there I pass out because of hunger
But before I fall into slumber I see shadows over there...
Who... Are... They...?
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Hope and the Dark
Poetrythis is a poetry and a short story about love, agony and hope... the life of Eliot the knight who plea...