The horse – a creature of blind passion – pawed
The earth beside the silent fallen form
A digger of graves more noble and more odd
Than ever I had chanced to see before
His raven mane flashed in the waning light
Which time to time broke through the pressing clouds
His nodding passion and his frothing cry
Failed in their valiant efforts to arouse
Some battle fought long since had caused the wound
That took the rider from the reins at last
And left the steed unmounted in a world
Unknown by journeys or by battles past
Dark senses now compelled the ungripped beast
To travel far from sounds of master’s fray
And find some place of tranquil rest at last
Sweet reason’s constant battle’s lost this day
Unreined, unburdened, free to roam at will
The creature’s innate knowledge must prevail
To take the place of Master’s hard learned skill
And keep blind passion on an earthly trail
And I’ll forever follow down this trail
Where passion always leads the lost and least
For I have lost my Master’s voice today
And I am now this roaming, riderless beast
Categories:
ungripped, passion,
Form: Rhyme
A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong,
All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war,
His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law,
Blowing wind took away his hope,
That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be,
Tried to work his best out,discouragement stole his confidence to cope,
Hearing the echoe of his own strong voice in a room,he admitted the fact to be alone,
If you choose not to believe,go to his home,
It's down the road,
Storming out of realisations,time was offering him chips and honey,
But he felt caught into a living hell,
Best for him to point out his ideologies,he perceived the concept of figuring out his disgrace before a mirror,
Absolutely,he discovered he was a motivation and not dilutional.
The risen of the winter sun directed him when he afforded to follow,
And he ungripped to jealousy,accepting to lean on morrow,
Just because he was a hero,
Whose anticipations brought about a rolling billow.
Categories:
ungripped, anxiety,
Form: Dramatic Verse