Drifting atop mountain tops, peaks of wonders, engulfed by colors.
Forlorn hath he been, cast from heaven, his body frayed, pieces scattered
Once wings of splendor, encased by gems of grandeur, now decayed.
His glory hath dispersed, frozen by evils merit, there he drifts hopeless.
Oh weary angel once of light, cast down by heavens fury into earths night.
Beauty was your story amongst all who knew, now death reeks thy body.
His glory never to return, jewels of majesty destroyed, mighty no more.
Tears crystallized upon thy face, horrors of horrors atop his wings.
Demons steal your thunderous wonders, as you lay frozen, asunder.
Sleeping a sleep of malevolent dreams, when will you breathe?
Comments
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=) I like the branching out into new subjects, and you definitely aced this one. Of course I shall always have a soft spot for your love poems m'dear. I wonder why....
Anyway this is an excellent piece, I love the form and word choice. The imagery is stark and vivid, I can easily picture each line! Amazing work my love!
~Elizabeth~
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