A Million Fairytales
Fleeting into the ebon night,
a million fairytales tremble at us.
Never cursed or full of deep blight.
I embrace you, you hold me tight.
For our love loses not insight.
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out.
They know how our love does outshine
with flickering light.
Descending onto my grateful knees,
I knew the pain of loss and pain you carried with ease.
Black Ravens plague this existence.
Saturated in loneliness were you,
yet you stay with me.
I faced before you attains,
longing for my hopelessness to cease.
I sense your essence in the breeze.
Weeping in the forsaken land,
for I am but a man craving to be near you.
Sweetheart you are my perpetual connection!
For all of eternity my desolated heart remains,
bound by love and affection.
The wind blows and gusts prevail,
intense obscurity of the calamity.
As the tempest rages in warm rains.
your genuine affection sustains.
A million fairytales tremble at us.
My alleviation found in perfection
and...
I shall feel this pure affection,
weeping in the forsaken land.
Or you my beloved, eternally bound by love and affection,
fleeting into the ebon night.
Written September 7th for Lu’s Poem Switcher-Roo contest.
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