Get Your Premium Membership

The wind chaser

I want the earth in my hand, I need a house in aso. For the great sea serpents and land They all shall come to bow, I wish i could ride in night, And build a house in cloud. My wealth shall reach the sky in height Holier than thou in crowd Bow the gods in dark, Stab your soul with sharp Cunning soul and mine touch and spark An incessant cry i heard In the fort night bright i see The unmercy angel with smile and frank I wail and beg forgive But no mercy cry incessant he sang My opulent, my inheritance has gone Me avarus ignorance of knowledge chase the wind from west to south.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.