Poems I Write

Singing Souls

Her soul is sad,

And his is bad,

Love is lost,

Hate will rise,

In the end,

With more amends,

The Angels will mourn,

But then they’ll sing,

The bells will ring,

Because in her soul,

Another’s hold,

The tree’s all whisper,

Of her fated love,

She’ll travel around,

And fall to the ground,

Under the sky,

They’ll see her hope fly,

Her sparkling eyes,

Ah! What a lovely surprise,

She sings a song,

And the Angels dance,

He’ll come to her,

She is sure,

For he sees her now,

And in the blue depths of his eyes,

A darkness takes over,

And she will run,

From the shame,

As the day goes on,

Her heart will break,

But there’s an end,

To the pain,

Not right now,

But very soon,

She’ll see the silver & gold threads,

And walk towards the heavens,

That have awaited her,

Though her heart’s still broken,

There’s another token,

And the last fight,

Will take it’s flight,

Towards the towers above,

In the deep blue sky,

A cloud drifts over,

A shadow has come,

To take her soul,

By no means,

Will she be crushed again,

In the end.