A Fisherman’s Tale
Out o’gloom, her pale siege comes to menace our humble dwell
I look to celeste fix, yet no stark smile to traverse me
So I grip my girl, now graceful, as she slides in churn swell
My girl’s effete bones shiver, I hold hand tight, she begs flee
‘No my love’, so steel she plough’s on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
I plea for celeste fix!.... yet no stark smile to traverse me
Enraged, her howls come screaming! shakes my lass ‘till skin comes weak
I say ‘be farer my girl’, shy, she tries turn forth our scow
‘No my love!’.... so bold she ploughs on fierce, ice slapping her cheeks
Her fury hurls, first flot then ice floe… splints… fly from loves brow!
Marred…. lets cry! bones cleft, I whisper ‘we have each other now’
I say ‘be brave my girl’, so steel, she try’s keep float our scow
I slide aged hand across my beautiful salt licked bough
Out o’gloom, her pale siege came, broke apart our humble dwell
Marred tried ‘vain, bones cleft, I whispered…. ‘we have forever now’
So I sooth my love…. now peaceful…. as we slide in churn swell.
Categories:
flot, dark, devotion, goodbye, grief,
Form: Terzanelle
Numbing the pain watching the day faid away, hurting yourself to find some peace, not moving for days and staying in one place. Seeing your world speen around and around wondering when you'll finally flot back down wanting to make your mind go clear. Wondering when your demons will disapear. Your lossing your faith and unable to take control of your mind that's overcome by fear. Numbing the pain, watching the day faid away.
Categories:
flot, fear, life, loss, sad,
Form: Bio