To wander alone in his elven city,
Climbing towering spires, to leave
Behind eyes of unbecoming pity,
After bending knees to elven sires.
Lying beneath delving catacombs,
A disgrace to the elven name,
Enshrouding a bellflower tomb,
Of his unspoken immortal shame.
Raising moonlit magic of his
Silver blade, to wield upon roiling
Darkness silent and unafraid.
Scarlet air painting once blue
Skies, cast amid pale parting
Lips of mourning cries.
His ruby eyes flaring in time to
Bleeding heartbeats, the taste
Upon his tongue a tormenting
Heat.
Where his eternally cursed soul
Of grasping flames, lives in the
Ebony night, a stallion without
Claim.
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In The Depths Of Darkness (Poetry)
PoetryA scenic kaleidoscope where each poem is fuel for the imagination. Intriguing poetry portraying both dark and enchanting themes. Fantasy tales of original and imaginative spell-binding poems, also inspired by myth and legend. A world of unique...
