tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted February 14, 2022 Selection of Poetry [!] A portrait of Borris Iver Kortrevich 17th of Msitza and Dargund, 412 E.S. “Gone” It dipped into the depths, this last light of mine. Entrenched in this darkness, I waste away in this Gloom ridden tower. The skies floods with dark, Warm colors.. I shout, but I am consumed by The echoing of the waves upon rocks On the cliffside. Nothing remains for all shall Fall into ruin. Just as the sun disappears behind The sea, so too shall you disappear under the earth. “The Perfect Flower” You are a dream, a myth, a ghost Running through meadows in hopes Of finding the most perfect flower. A trophy to hold up, the greatest boast A shadow to be sung of only in odes The broken stem of a perfect flower “You Left” Grounded in nothing but a fool’s lost hope. A silent, shadowy, wisp of a thing stalks us, It hovers, growing closer, yet its face becomes More obscured. It grows and consumes and Leaves chaos in its wake. Even so, it walks the Line of good and evil, like a spectre trapped Between two worlds. The promise of staying. “Concealed” Frost’s bloom holds a hidden smile. It grows in secret, under a blanket of white. Held within a thicket of reason and pain, I Wait for you. Ensnared, enveloped, entrenched, My words fall upon their own swords, smearing Deep red ink into things I do not intend. I try to Paint the beauty I see underneath, but the path is Clouded by thorny brush. I try, yet I can’t get to That bloom which holds a hidden smile. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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