So many scarlet tears lay slain
Wasted
From beyond the wooden promenade
And why is it mere whites of eyes
Are always so cruelly ignored
Forget pigment
Forget filament colours
Of shrunken..... or... swollen iris
Iris as petals pon fairies dress float as
Dresden watery realms with wings
Angelic spritely song birds
Sings
Pagan tunes
To a pagan heart
As pagan beats doth lift from sugary graves and meet
Sing mine beautiful raven
I miss your tunefully spiritual
Songbird
Version of adoration
Unique to us
Which leaves thine....oh so eloquent beak
Which leaves these knees
So profoundly weak
From Neath rarest
Verdi gems
Even through
You delicate intricate Sage
Which
Is laced with mine eerie bones
As i swing methodically in mine crystal cage
Rest your wings on mine hallowed breast
Prone
As giants galumph over causeways left
And lepricauns michievious steal
And elves run naked in jelly mounds
Wildebeest lay severed, ill
Remove mine arrow afore I pour
Til none bar one drip is left
To seep mine walls of powdery hope
Where there is not one ounce of flesh
And let not fairy wings spidery thread
Delicately wilfully fold
Neath dew drops lain as tears with ears
Neath the leafless oak of auld golde
Turn smiling head
Wail before harsh wall
Where all lost loves stand spiked
Stand tall
Where ravens scour wretched noir hours
For the scarlet teared gooseberry fool
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully composed poem with wonderful images of colour and song yet the beauty seems to suggest a sense of loss in a state of utter despair