I won't ask for more...
The moon knows my song...
The witch and the bairn...
Yonder,
Theyre far gone.
Empty wishes
And empty tunes
With lines..
Like time
But she faced them all.
I won't tell you a lie
It's not my type.
But if you see my gripe,
Then you know,
I am still high.
The gods like to play...
Games which mortals don't play...
How can we?
They're beyond our reach.
And here we are,
Battling,
With our imperfect beauties...
Do you hear me?
Hear me,
Oh lady Moon?
My voice is weak with tears
My heart heavy with sadness
'Tis the fate of man,
She says,
To be broken,
Cast aside...
To be defeated.
And yet,
We fight.
We struggle
And most cliche,
We kill.
There's no beauty in life.
Just death.
A definite end?
For that we strive.
Only,
To those who such find,
It eludes,
And laughs...
A final song...
A grand finish...
A sweeping wind...
Dust with ashes...
Blood on the wind...
See the children play...
Tomorrow they'll be dead...
In their mothers breasts...
The milk still not dried yet.
Let us be,
Oh gods above!
Let us be!
What have You,
Mortal man,
That you seek a boon...
An extension of a life...
An end to death?
If you know me,
Then you dont!
If you seen me,
Then you've never!
For I am wind...
Moving...
Moaning...
Restless...
Constantly,
Absconding.
I'm not resting...
Death is no limit.
See, even the clouds know,
And the stars mock...
Theyre eternal
And we,
Are fleeting.
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Azrael's Whispers
PoetryPoems with a deep meaning... Naaahhh!!!! I started writing these poems because, books were not cutting it for me! So much is bottles up inside of me and the fact that I can have a pretty dark and morbid imagination didn't help! Then I heard "Therapy...
