.On The Horns Of THe Moon
I cannot live in bitter dungeons
In the caverns of your heart
Where roam the flying creatures
Of javelin and dart.
I shall wrap my cloak about me
As the nightside tempests start
In those halls of bitter dungeons,
In the caverns of your heart.
loved it, 'specially the repeated lines and ominous feel. -chuck
Who can know the heart with it's dark and secretive contents? Until the heart can become a place wherein lies love, peace, grace and mercy then there will be room for many to come in and enjoy it. Lovely poem.
I'm re-reading your poem at your request... it is well worth re-reading... as I said before - fantastic imagery! Terry
A fine succinct write with good use of the bracketed repeated line at beginning and end for emphasis and poetic effect.
Adeline, I adore this piece... the title is captivating...exquisite! The words pull me as the moon pulls the ocean tides. Outstanding Write! ! ! ; -) -Kelly.
well penned.. pain is a part of life, suffering is by choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Definitely not a warm-hearted poem. Vivid imagery here - painful, cold and bitter. Depressingly superb! Linda :)