Michael Pendragon

Rookie (October 1963 / New Jersey)

Colors - Poem by Michael Pendragon

Blue are my lover's darkling eyes
And her hair is the rarest gold
Brown is the earth in which she lies
Where the worm slithers blind and cold
White are the lilies which blow and wave
Round her stone in the mournful breeze
Green is the grass atop her grave
Neath the shivering willow trees
Red is the hand that spilled her blood
Tho she died of no mortal hand
Grey is the shadow thrown by the rood
That doth o'er the lychegate stand
Black are the billowing arms of Night
And as chill as the midnight hoar
Blacker my Soul whose wasted light
Once a fire, now burns no more

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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