Untitled Iv Poem by Sierra Staten

Untitled Iv



Did those stained hands ever hold you
When you were still young?
Count all the things he told you
Without a serpent's tongue.
Did the prodigy beside you
Ever kiss your cheek?
When did her tiny heart
Forsake the world's meek?
Your grandfather is frowning
Behind his wall of flames.
Good intentions here are twisted;
Death is just another game.

Two men want you dead.
The prodigy is ready.
Love makes a deal instead
And tells you to sleep steady.
The morning sun feels cold
Without Lady Love to wake you.
Father steals a Dragon's gold,
Inspires Prodigy to break you.

A nation at your feet.
Be careful where you tread.
Whosoever shames the king
Searches through the eye that bled.
A young fool takes the ocean.
Find a set of glowing eyes,
And you shall redeem your honor.
Just ignore the Fat and Wise.
Fat man wants to lie to you
That honor, gold, and pride
Will only lead to lords on fire
And kill the prince inside.

In the end he's right of course,
But now the sun is black.
Stained hands are stirring lightening
For when the sky comes back.
Confessions on the Darkest Day
Bring destiny to thrive.
Deeper than blue arrows hit,
'So Love's alive? '

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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Sierra Staten

Sierra Staten

Newman, California
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