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Plucked from kings with open arms
A kingdom in all its majesty
From pauper to the forest wall
And mind too great to have let leave
I saw you take
And I saw you hold
This world a golden brow had made
And watched it in your eyes grow old
Green groves stretch around the dark
Your gaze as depthless as each night
The moonlight give its riches to
Each leaf sheathed as your iris flight
I watched you take
And I watched you keep
A picture if the day would die
In case my grief would make you weep
Armour for the frailest flower
As reeds stand in their tortured pause
Rosy receding overcoat
Shine back your memory's flaws
I knew your face
I knew your feelings
And in this shell of closing gaps
I knew you would not of me bring
Sentinels vanguard palmed graves
Lifeless plain and castle throne
The breaths of life and windy days
Seem distant sounds against cold stone
I saw you shake
And I saw you shiver
The icy grip of silver's veins
Make the heartbeat slow and wither
Hollow gemstones fall like rain
Rolling hills stilled in their peace
The ruling lands govern no joy
An emperor of poorest sea
I see you now
As I saw you then
Reflecting off your silvery glass
I am still waiting for your when
A kingdom in all its majesty
From pauper to the forest wall
And mind too great to have let leave
I saw you take
And I saw you hold
This world a golden brow had made
And watched it in your eyes grow old
Green groves stretch around the dark
Your gaze as depthless as each night
The moonlight give its riches to
Each leaf sheathed as your iris flight
I watched you take
And I watched you keep
A picture if the day would die
In case my grief would make you weep
Armour for the frailest flower
As reeds stand in their tortured pause
Rosy receding overcoat
Shine back your memory's flaws
I knew your face
I knew your feelings
And in this shell of closing gaps
I knew you would not of me bring
Sentinels vanguard palmed graves
Lifeless plain and castle throne
The breaths of life and windy days
Seem distant sounds against cold stone
I saw you shake
And I saw you shiver
The icy grip of silver's veins
Make the heartbeat slow and wither
Hollow gemstones fall like rain
Rolling hills stilled in their peace
The ruling lands govern no joy
An emperor of poorest sea
I see you now
As I saw you then
Reflecting off your silvery glass
I am still waiting for your when
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A Path through Fire
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Sweet Slumber
Blood cascades from my feet I weep for those I reap I lay you to sleep With misery and grief Blood demon come play with me Ravage the living Painting all my guillotines I'm not nice Woes, Howl my name I feel you pain The hardships, Strain Let the rain fall The filth can't wiped away The names that I caused to decay I see every single face Every single race The guilty hide among the sheep I sense the suffering I see the grief Things I see, When I'm sleep 9/19/23
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Originally written on November 13, 2014. Thirty seventh poem for the Hundred Theme Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe.
Challenge information: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
Theme: Eyes.
Challenge information: the-poetry-cafe.deviantart.com
Theme: Eyes.
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