Come near, comely child
Shields of tears make you exiled
I created a tenebrous place
For our tryst to commence
A mellifluous sound, a bugle call
Dance with a good will, or not at all
Demure words and tearing face
Rhythmical steps and your loving embrace
Stay close, I shall take you there
Far from this world of despair
Overcome lassitude
So you can rest in solitude
A whimsical act, a masquerade ball
In the end, death comes for us all
Life is not of great emphasis
Hold my hand, accept nemesis.
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Midnight poems
PoetrySome poetry and quotes I write when I'm blue, but maybe you'll like it. The themes may vary according to my life experiences / moods. ^ . ^ A glimpse into my mind and also the first poetry I wrote: How can we stay here? When we got places we got...
