I loved that man more than gold or silver,
when he went, tears flowed
and the angel wings began to shiver,
I placed the ribbon around his ankle,
the granite stone glowed,
but the ribbon was his shackle,
if i took it off he'd freeze once more...
he was free no more,
all I'd take was his advice,
but my chance of winning was no luckier than a game of dice,
I failed you,
I'm sorry,
I failed my heist.
Sorry.
Author notes
the beautiful picture is by manips-of-artist2 and is called Ribbon of Hope.
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 28 by kiwigirljacks.
400 points, ended February 11, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A feeling of fantasy in this write. And a sad ending to boot. Nicely done.
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A very interesting take on the picture, portraying some nice imagery. Thanks for entering and good luck
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