Best Poems Written by Bruce Loving

The First Prince

Twas fortnight last,
I gazed your
features
Each night full of
shrouded creatures
Emotions all a dark,
smothering cloud
Despairing now, this
prince once proud

Heartless, you
declared of me
Heedless of your
dreams to be

Now each day, a
hopeless scrying
Now each day, a
fruitless trying
To find the meaning
of your loss
A speck of hope
amongst the dross
That this
ensorcelled sleep
doth end
That last harsh
words, a chance to
mend

One final gaze upon
your bower
Then I must leave
this cursed tower
Fading into the
choking mist
Swallowing the
beauty, never kissed

Copyright © Bruce Loving | Year Posted 2014