Valkyrie's Star
Time is a fickle thing for those
healing.
Fear and pain are the feat.
Cocooned they must be in self-growth.
Scorned by deceit and jealousy Drenched and cold,
Kicked from that of worship Fresh from the Siren’s lair,
Aphrodite grins at your descent. Chivalry, the dying breed,
A streak of white… Longs to feel warmth again…
Whispers fade in your falling. Lost in the sea of thoughts
Peace and tranquility leached. Thinking for oneself again
Beauty stripped to He timidly holds his shield abreast
Blackness entwines the wings… Wary of making a decision…
A subject to death once more. Fresh is the scent of the sea.
Tears of misfortune. Barnacles no longer feed
Quenches the reaping ground. Off of his efforts.
Reflections of moonlight dance with Determined to find
Devilish shadows… solace again...
The siren’s call
Still persistent
sends
Black wispy chains from the sea.
Snares the mind
Stifles movement
Snaps a twig
And that of the Valkyrie.
Wings splays into motion.
Slicing
The bond of old
Envelopes him in down.
Warmth is given to his worth
Sheds the armor of old
Comfort and passion clean the soul
A beam of light to the heavens.
Knocks Aphrodite from her
Grinning perch
Scarring the cheek
The cost of jealousy.
Copyright © Corey Shedd | Year Posted 2023
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