She sleeps soundly...
amidst all war and chaos.
Like a child,
clad in her mother's arms
and breathing softly.
I all bloodied and bruised,
watch her closely.
Careful not to wake her.
"A child of Thanatos,
The God of Death" they said.
For what else could define her beauty.
Skin as white as snow,
eyes of dark emerald
and hair as dark as night itself.
She was safe.
It was all that mattered.
The legion was close behind!
The sound of their hooves getting closer,
their drums beating louder.
But in the dim light of the fire,
I marvelled at the sight I saw,
she woke with a smile so soft.
The fire reflecting deep within her eyes.
I felt I found peace,
for she was my elysium,
my sanctuary.
But fear had dawned on me
for the hour was near
"worry not love" she said.
"why live for the next
when now is what matters most".
We locked eyes...
I felt her soft gaze upon me
and kissed for the last.
Then drew daggers to the heart.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
THE LOVER'S DAGGER
Romancethis is a poem from the ancient times when the greeks were at war with the romans. it dipicts the intensity of love and passion of two lovers who cannot be together.
