How lonely ,house soeverdreary
words cannot describe, the dankness held within
no soldier sent to gain its walls
no kingdom spent on the stoic halls
on its throne, sitting in jest
a lonely figure, holds his chest.
only one, would ever brave
the dankness of this demons nest.
no man can slay this squallid beast
open eyes , burned red
so less the love can find him here
his open heart will lay ,unsoothed
but one has thought to find the way
to find the jester held away
by cold uncaring father blue
lest he be cold and uncaring too
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hmmm....I like it...a lot! I don't like to say a lot about poems so I'm sorry it's so short and to the point....but that's me! I really liked this poem!!!
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