Clouds moving on a winter's night
Snow falls upon the grave
Of a rose so nearly bloomed
For the girl whose innocence
I had betrayed
Whose smile gave stars their light
Mocked by words spoken by beast
A girl coveted by me
Whose life I will mourn
The good in her will never be forgotten
With my greatest heaven sparked
My deepest hell where I reside
Yet young life bloom and bring surcease
Of fields sown by tears of rose’s love
To little girl with no name
Let her story soar to highest heaven
Where loving heart will she gain
I take my leave from this stage
Of dead roses and blooming grass
May I turn to my Lord
Who sacrificed Himself for me
And whom I wished to mime for the girl
With my greatest heaven sparked
My deepest hell where I reside
Comments
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This was interesting. I rather liked it. I think that most poetry that mentions religion often sounds preachy at best, but this was a great exception to that phenomenon. This was beautifully written and the imagery was vivid, yet tastefully done and not overwhelming. I think I liked the stanza following the first couplet the best.
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