Shyrene Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Shyrene



Once upon my nocturne sorrow,
As I delineate the morrow,
Of a dream dazzling in the night,
But fizzled in the morning light,
Such that when waves swept me ocean
Of glum, beneath skies, cerulean,
My memory held so serene,
The fairest woodland nymph, Shyrene;

When queer apparition, wandered,
Seems my sanity, it squandered,
As gaily danced on my window,
A pallid dew and a rainbow,
Through the night, and half my bottle,
All my memories they baffle,
Except one that I held serene,
That of my woodland nymph, Shyrene;

Now my last drop of oblivion,
In this outpouring of passion,
To the sea of nepenthe borne,
With flotsam that the storm has torn,
With the advancing squall, raging,
And the seething swell, rampaging,
Plays in my memory serene,
My fairest woodland nymph, Shyrene.

Thursday, January 5, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success