Great poem, it's quite lovely in many manners easily caught through the eyes of few, but I will not ask where
^that^ came from...
'scuse me.
Thought this might be handy since the subject of poetry has been brought up. My trilogy, The Wretched and the Light.
However sweet your melody haunts
A deathly shade forever lost
I'm cursed with darkness
You blessed with light
A memory serves for wrong and for right
I wait here chained
You walk in ease
You're forever warm and i'm doomed to freeze
I require to see
If only a hint of bliss
Your eyes or your voice
Brings the shade to rejoice
Upon his hateful corpse
Or his dark frayed soul
Forever in harmonial happiness stands
Forever the peace in me never resides
Upon the nonexistant touch of your hand
I shall never die until you stand by my side
Until then the shadow remains
Watching and Waiting
As you, the blessed
Shine in the world beyond me
The songbird sings in the dawn of morn
The faithful man, he sits and stares
The songbird sings with zeal forlorn
And the man is entranced by the voice mysterious
Forever the songbird sings and flies
Forever the man watches and sighs
He follows the songbird through her journeys around
The great large world, just to hear the sound
Of the songbird's voice, each time another
He is entranced by the songbird's fervor
The man cares not, for material things
But to enjoy natural beauty
Such as that of our songbird
Is the priceless cost, that should always be paid
Abandon your sword, your shield, and your worries
And hear the songbird, sing her song
For all the world to hear
For enemies to fear
For all mankind, to forever Revere.
A bright summer day
Is the fear of the frayed
Your realm is much strange
To the heart of this stranger
Who patiently strides
Amongst darkest of nights
Awaiting the light
That shines zealously bright
A lady amongst
the wretches and slaves
She gives them her hand
And with the other she waves
Her windswept hair
Move like leaves in the fall
Her kind eyes meet ours
We turn our heads in fear and cower
The lady sings kindly
As we turn our heads
From the cowering state
To meet our own dread
We see a small lady
Yet presence so great
And the wretches and slaves
Defy their cursed fate
And they rose to form men
not wretches not slaves
But brave, willing men
Not wretched, not pained
The strength of this lady
In all her fairness
Finds the most lost of souls
Soothes the most pained
And breathes life unto millions
In all her fairness
the unknown strength of one lady