Friday, August 28, 2009

Sinister beauty

You stared in forfeit, already too late
Forever unbroken, reserved for the chosen

A pleasurefull sin emerged from within
A sinister strike thus chastened the fight.

Cursed you may be, for releasing such sin
Thy will's been done, i've been undone

Yet i've returned with least concern
At such dark hour, your soul i'll devour

Forever undead since that one strike
I'll mourn your loss beneath the moonlight

2 comments:

  1. Feeling so sluggish today it's certainly worth a try to pop in for a little chat with your inner thoughts. I made up my mind.Though your writing has an elegant simplicity, a profound philosophical approach to life emerges...


    :))
    So happy to read such a nice poem!

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  2. As always aa,

    Well come, well said

    Καλώς ήρθες σ'αυτο τον ολιγοσκότεινο κόσμο:)

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