Broken Rainbow

A Poem by Feldo

I forget what let me write this so I don't have much to say

stars falling down to the milky soup of life
a broken call named for the one who killed the knife aimed at his heart
another breath in directions unknown with a destination dieing
yet the milky words remove the faith

the noon day moon falling from innocence
with a drowned shine reflected from the shadower
the double edged sword cutting the acolyte
yet the vibrant glow remains ever yet

the pinewood bridge reaching only it self
a scene unchanged and change all the once
afraid of present and past and the future more
yet the horizons expand with its presence

the moon beam light there but not
staving pressure but taking it yet in
simply hopeing for hope
yet going more on

the dark cave of reflection
housing terror and treasure
lost in its own labrith and echo
yet yielding hope to the brave

the milky soup of life with soured taste
shards of daggers held once and forgotten
the lifeless lands receiving dieing breaths
yet the etching hold no comfort