A poem dedicated to mon cherie @mryta
The fiery sun glowered with menace
A frail human should defy its whims.
But the last drop, had grief consumed
To her rheumy eyes, sun went dim.
As she lay on sand, in the twilight zone
A familiar face like the sun shone
She mournfully looked at the phantom figure
Her own apparition of an era long gone.
When the breaking dawn had first revealed,
The hideous visage of her noble prince,
Veiled by the treacherous moon-light he had come.
Riding out like the knight of her own dreams.
Wake up Princess!
The Sun stands vanquished,moon is ashamed,
to perseverance yielded,the darkness fleeing.
With steel of hope strike the nightmare to end.
You are the ageless warrior who triumphs over death.
Wake up, Princess!
2 comments:
"the Sun stands vanquished, moon is ashamed" these lines did it for me. the power of love, the "steel of hope" man these were some words :)
thanks for sharing this with us
-adee
Thanks Adee :)
Truth is, you have been one of my inspirations for all these months :)
P.S.: Sorry for the delayed response,something wrong with blogger or this template...
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