A bloody quill to carve my mark in your heart
Crimson ink to put words on your skin
Quiver before the Moon, she divided us apart
A realm for uncertainty, dark within
Seeds of wit gave a new tree
No more water, river dried up
Withered leaves, decayed fruits, couldn't foresee
A bloody quill to write our names down
Silver tip to slaughter the Creature
Leaning on us as the fading dawn
A gate for the unknown, dreadful future
Mists of tomorrow grew up
No more light, Sun went out
Depleted clouds, bitter rain, did give up
A bloody quill to unleash our fate
Torn sheets to recall our pain
Curl up in void, It's too late
A palace for disgrace, cold disdain
Silence of soul, no answer
No more hope, eyes shut down
Unreal expectations, extinguished feelings,
Stoped thinking.
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A Shattered Hourglass [English Poetry]
PoetryA collection of writings of a poet, or how he shares his deep feelings with the world. Words have power.