His eyes were red
his skins were sick
his scars bore deep
to a soul long dead.
His heart was broke
by a deadly kiss
a poisoned rose
an angel's song.
But then she came
with her healing breath
she gave life back
to a soul long dead.
She kissed his soul
'neath the rains
cleansed his sins
made him whole again.
Her name was God
her soul, his church
an empty man
she had filled again.
Their love was warm
their love stood strong
through those storms
from the winter gods
Then came that day
that faithful day
the sun was bright
but all else black.
She had his seed
to bring their love
to this world
but death, she brought.
His bones grew cold
his eyes grew red
His skins grew sick
he was ruined again.
She lost her life
he lost his soul
he prayed to God
to give them back.
But once God takes
he gives not back
to end his pain
his throat, he cut.
And as he bled
his dear, he saw
their babe in hand
he felt whole again.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
