Alone
The silhouettes of loveliness
Are lost
Left only are the faces
Of the cost
Past the late hours
The hunger burns too strong
The taste of love
Fills all hearts with song
One lonely knight
True loves
And loves alone
For everything he loves
He loves alone
And into day
The worldly loves
Do fall
He waits alone
For the humble call
And yet lifts not a finger
For their life
He falls alone
To live
And never right
For in between the words
There is that tone
That everything he loves
He loves alone
Oh, woe
The weary knight
Falls to the ground
And yet somehow
He doesn’t make a sound
1 Comments:
"The silhouettes of loveliness
Are lost..."
The beginning of the poem is wonderful. I loved it. Wish I could help you get published. It would be one of my best achievements.
P.S. Any headway made with da chica for the summer? :)
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