His True Loves Eyes

Just a poem I wrote in the moment

Say what you will about the flickering flames

The symptoms are heartbeats and shames

I know the answer’s all too near

Yet here I stand with the dark mountaineer

 

Staring at my true loves eyes

Fading low, the time of your life

Reapering my soul was thy

Sitting in the cold, wet light

 

Whispering my soul away

Fainting at the freezing flame

Sickles fall around my mind

The sticks go down the death stream of life

Author's Note

I am aware this is not the most technically perfect poem but it felt right when I wrote it.

Reviews

[The Water Queen]

I think Its perfect for what you are trying to say. I love it

[WriterSki7]

It's not an ABCB, that's for sure!

The beauty of poetry is that there is no right way to write it. Only opinion. Sadly, those vary depending on the individual. Albeit this might not rhyme very well it is from the heart, as all poetry should be. Keep up the good work.