Poetry of Rhymes and Nonsense

The Duality

   With words of elegance
and hearts of hope
   they look to art
to help them cope.
   From abstract minds
to distant tongues
   in the dark of night,
they carry on;
   Those who wake
with drifting thoughts
   and images Fate
does not want lost,
   To keep the goal,
to mend the heart,
   for their greatest curse
is to play their part.
  
   From weary hands
to dying lips
   as gentle as
a savior's kiss
   Like Darkness' face
and Torment's plea
   two strangers, lost
and tired be,
   From one slave
onto another
   will never find
a life that's better;
   As the blood
flows down the tether,
   but they will never
meet together.

   Souls entwined,
the one who bleeds
   as graceful pain
for hearts that beat;
   Hand's align,
the one who drinks
   from broken hands
to make him sing.
   In that moment,
they shall wait;
   lost to the world,
but Comfort, they've gained.