Maiden of Mystery, dressed in a lack veil,
eyes of grey morning light in which amount hints of ice blue hide.
With skin such like the moon is pale,
raven locks flow upon thy wounded and scarred sides.
Cast down, we are, like suns of war,
from the depths of the heaven we have throd.
Yet love remains strong from within your core.
We take joy in who we are, we know all wings are flawed...
Upon thy face, as like due to morning roses, tears hide your sorrow.
Your broken and battered heart yearns for a feeling of much more,
yet with a wise mind you do not wonder into the dark path of tomorrow.
Afraid that thy faithful soul will become weary and sore.
Lay thy head upon the clouds soft embrace and rest,
for the souls that believe in thy true faith shall all be blessed..
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryMost of these are poems I wrote years ago and I just felt like sharing them, these poems are not pointed at anyone so plz do not think I aim this at you. Plz enjoy, some of them are dark yes but they were written at a rough patch in my life. I hope...
