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Madalyn Monk Poem
I feel the rustling and swaying of the rack.
Pushing past the green, yellow, and blue;
Dainty hands grab me from the back.
She had a smile upon finding my skins red hue;
When she rung me up, and we went outside.
Flying open with a whoosh up above,
Sheltering her from rain with pride.
I did this countless times, always with love,
But the day finally came, with sadness.
Broken arms could no longer keep her safe and dry.
Tossed away for my wears, tears, and drabness.
She left me in the dumps alone as she went to buy,
My replacement, another fella;
A different, better, red umbrella.
Copyright © Madalyn Monk | Year Posted 2016
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Madalyn Monk Poem
The armor slides as I undo the clasp
Cold and pained from Winters Grasp.
Dragons yell and fly above,
Falling dead from the strike of love.
A sword in hand and mage in the other,
He casts a spell and releases another.
The pain of miss fire and the sorrow of death,
I can feel the sadness and apologise on his breath.
Anders, sweet and pure,
Sometimes there is no hope for a cure.
Cast your spells, cast away
Cast until I see the end of day.
Mistakes take place all around,
Sometimes the fault should not be found.
Would you be human to not have disaster?
You own your magic, but not always as master.
You have tried your hardest,
Even with this, you heart is the largest.
Let me go, into deaths reach
But kiss my lips soft, like those of a peach.
Let me go, but to not forget
That flame in your heart for me, will always be lit.
I exhale a final breath,
As I slowly slip away to death.
Hold not to blame, twas not your fault,
But now the beatings of my heart will hault.
Maker take me, into the light above,
But always know, I remember your love.
Copyright © Madalyn Monk | Year Posted 2011
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