Splendor is sleeping in silence, mourning in melancholy
The radiance is rotten, reflecting the death of the jolly
She was gamboling in glee, spinning in her silk gown slowly,
Vaunting her veil, flaunting her white train, truly!
Her grandiose gown was cream, now it's crimson,
She was dancing on tiptoes, in her pure glees,
But her glees turned in pleas, her tiptoes basing her bent knees,
She's begging for letter, a letter to her lover, crafted by me,
Her soulmate is searching her soul in the gates of solemn church,
She's dwindling in void, vanishing in vacant, she tries her best to lurch
Perished in pensive, leaving her pastels and pearls
My heart is halted, hypnagogic back and forth!
She's his moth, he's embers of fire,
Fireflies cluster, gleaming desire
He's in the tides, longing her moon but he mires,
So far, so close ,high and higher!
In dawn's dew, lied her carminic corpse,
I did my deed to summon her sweetheart
His hands flickered in fear, but she was long gone!
He whispered, "I do! I did! and will do!" with ring adorned
YOU ARE READING
Life is lonely lethal love
Poetry𝗔 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 Have you ever wondered to yourself that what is life? What is purpose of life? 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦...
