Slowly the sun has lost its light,
Worlds, love, are left to blight.
Harshly brushed from the sky,
weeping soul, bids goodbye.
The dying day; my heart slows.
Now faint, behind a mount glows.
The stirring birds, too far away.
Swoop to death, descend in gray
In depth of cauldrons, deep below.
Witches harken the demons dhow.
Flicker, alight their jaundiced eyes.
Scarce a blink at painful byes.
Canine mongrels now frenzied feed.
To trample, scuff, the pearly bead.
Snatch from swallows, tender wings.
Quicken hearts at Roman rings.
Learn their tricks from swooping shrikes,
impale my dreams on thorny spikes.
Raise the churls to screech, incant.
A foretold fate and feelings scant.
Sliced bit by bit, to tattered shards.
Without a grimace, my tender cards.
In fetid toils, an eternal blot;
are tears and pains, a measure not.
Plunder lilies from ponds to wiles.
Sunk my cares in driven piles.
Hades' baneful staff hath swung.
Singed, scorched, doom is sprung.
well writin poem, with strong bond n its really painful byes
Dark much? but soo beautiful and so sad. I could learn a few things from you. :) The way you weave those words to form such a masterpiece, incredible.
I can almost feel your loss. Be strong. as long as you write it should help.
thats really painful... i get a feeling that u lost something important to u. i hope i am wrong..
What, is it the vibrations of the surrounding that pulls you down or are you missing home? Regardless of the reasons behind, you created a beauty here. :) Seems you don't mind the score either, so a tenner si here!
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I would like to translate this poem
coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool! it is my friendly attempt.