Even in the brightest hour
I'm surrounded by Death.
The pale daffodils are spoiled
By the touch of Her crimson sin,
The midday Sun sings Her lullaby
Of the eternal sleep for my dearest.
Playing chess with Her skinny hand,
She tries to win their life and I watch.
I'm spending my youth in darkness
And Death is my good fellow,
So cruel with men, so sweet with me.
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Nugae - Narnia
PoetryNarnia cerca di esprimere in versi quello che prova. Vorrebbe essere come Catullo, Ovidio, Leopardi o Dante, ma non ha tanto genio poetico, quindi questo è il risultato. Spero vi piaccia.
