Aere Blackwind

Blackmoor Bridge

The Blackmoor Bridge,
a path of stone,
the only home,
I've ever known.

A place of sorrow,
a place of grief,
it's ghastly pose,
gives me relief.

For where I went,
each place shone joy,
it gave me promise,
I was enthralled.
But what it swore,
it did not keep,
it lied to me,
and made me weep.
So leave I did,
my heart betrayed,
look back I'd not,
I just ran scared.

So here I am,
on the barren wall,
I hold myself,
my hope no more,
but fear I not,
for I am home,
and now I walk,
these tear stained stones.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 5, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011

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  • Anita Blake (8/5/2007 1:20:00 PM)

    sick write. i enjoyed reading it.

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  • Wandering ScarletWandering Scarlet (5/29/2007 4:37:00 PM)

    wow awesoeme

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