Fete (Lost Lover's Fight)

I just wanted to play with the word fete/fate. this is what resulted.

 

It was as the fete decided; the carnival goes on.

The windy sorrows, broken shards;

The start ends with it gone.

 

To rescue one’s self is to rescue another,

We all need saving every now and then,

It’s how we live to judge the cover.

 

The cars collide in the frenzy of spirit,

The static of lost dreams charge the dead air;

The lost lover is the one who can’t feel it:

 

Too blinded by the dim, neon lights,

Searching, forever, living a shadow;

Unable to uphold the Lost Lover’s Fight.

 

A chance for freedom, a chance for those who dare,

To rescue one’s self is to save a Lost Lover.

The Fete’s been decided, we’re living what’s fair.

Reviews

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Lol... This is pretty neat. ^^ Definitely well-structured and the rhyming is nice and simple; there's so much description in it, so that's always good. :) I love the last stanza! It was a perfect ending... it just wraps everything up rather than giving me the "cliffhanger" thought. Great job! ^^

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[natureislelove]

'.....as the fete decided; the carnival goes on.'
Very much interesting, makes me relate this to the fete we have here on the island.
Well written and very capturing poem. Like it! Keep up the good work.