Once upon a Never
I loved him.
His ebony skin
And hands thin,
So handsome...
I found him loathsome.
Once upon a Never
I spared his life.
His blood hot on my fingers,
The scent of death still lingers.
His carcass withered at my feet,
Washed clean by falling sleet.
Once upon a Never
I wept over his grave.
Wind striped white from stone.
Far below my feet his lies alone.
I smile in the snow,
My laughter an eerie echo.
Once upon a Never
I missed him.
His face blessedly forgotten,
Memories of him now rotten.
The sounds of his voice seem muffled.
I live my life. Unruffled.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
