Paradise Lost
I have been humbled, they had thought.
Exile would be painful, they had wroth.
The forest would swallow me, they had spoke.
To sunshine and sparrows, they had woke.
Though at night, no one knew, that hemlock
And nightbane had replaced their soup
They had not changed, you see.
They had let their sheep roam free.
And one by one, the flock fell
Down through the ravine, straight to hell.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
