[instrumentoffear]

I have only ever written one piece of poetry, and it is as follows:

So it was

So it was that he came to her with a pure heart
Not knowing the words or where he would start
But softly they flowed yet her soul they didn’t pierce
For beneath the soft melody of his words he was fierce
He spoke of an era when the sun cried her name
When the wind whispered secrets through the locks of her mane
The stars that men gazed upon were awed by her presence
None nearly as beautiful wandered south of the heavens
Beneath her bare feet did the earth gasp and shiver
And all living things in their tracks stop and quiver
The howls of the wicked were silenced by her grace
Within no darkness and shadow could they hide their scorned face
So this world was the better while she tread on its soil
She a queen’s dowry to a world not so royal,
“Child what right do you have to let go and give up?!
Was the love of the universe not nearly enough?!”
Frantic with rage at her was he screaming
As he held the rag hard to stifle the bleeding
But in the end all his efforts were for naught,
For who wins a battle that never gets fought?
And who mourns the lonely girl who lies in the tub,
Her face pale and ashen, the floor covered in blood
In silence he rises as the cock starts to crow
Through his tears he sees the sad sun start to glow
“A shame this, poor child” and with that he takes leave
And the whole desperate world her death starts to grieve

[ARTISTOCATS]

that was excellent.

[Ikaris]

You should write more my good friend