*I wanted to touch your very heart,
In my castle of castles,
built precariously well with your banner of love,
And an order of trust was the cornerstone.
Timidly seeking you through the marble chambers,
made of all the fine feelings I knew,
I wept and wept with my arms around you,
And the dagger you slid through my suit of arms...*
A beast of your forelore, bent and broken more,
The plates are rusting red, the tears slide to the floor,
The chainmail rusted through, my fingers bled for you,
The locket of your love, but your picture was removed.
A grinding of my teeth, with every step I take,
I'm shivering underneath, my plated guantlets shake
My helmet welded shut, So you can't see my face,
And know the pain you made in my vulnerable embrace.
Behold your morbid son, made inept to feel,
Silks of nothing finer, than rolled robidium steel.
Perfumed in misery, an epic tale to hide,
Picking petals as they wilt, your love has died inside.
An image of distrust, a scarecrow at the bone,
A fearsome knight in rust, afraid of his own home.
No banner of his own, he holds no loyalty,
He has no more to give, than a dagger wound to thee.
-Dorick
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WOW
I have always loved your writes. Its been awhile since I have commented. I think somebody asked who my favorite poets were on here and I thought of you going through my bookmarks today.
Anyways all I have to say about this is WOW I think your one of the very few people that can hold my attention span when it comes to long poems.
I love this.
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Thank you very much, that means a lot to me. Sometimes I think of entering the contests, but I don't feel like looking for ones that match my poems, or just randomly writing stuff for a judge, many of my pieces slip into the void unnoticed.
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Oh its true. I know how that goes with contests and such.
That's why with mine I try to incorporate a lot of options, but its hard finding
something that fits everybody.
I think you'd be good for mine. I have some poems of yours bookmarked.
Can I add you as a favorite?
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