whirlwinds

15 | songs of a vinyl

songs of a vinyl are of war, seclusion and forbidden love.

The vinyl plays a calligraphic song,
of old love letters tinted
with dried flowers and thorns,
The tune is just like hidden medieval rages, heard after sunlight in hushed tunes only by wise men and sages,
You hear the screams
in a dreamy muse,
Towns are burning;
the fleeting accuse,
the perfect portrait for
museum blues.

The exiled man always walks alone, Torn down maps just for
a little heat in the cold,
Nearing sounds of the enemy; men shouting screams of vain rivalry, Perhaps to be an outcast was his best defeat; an immediate prison beat.

The vinyl plays a bygone tune, of an ancient time and of immemorial love,
When one meets with fate in a lone dungeon,
The tales of reckless rendezvous
were whispered away as
faithless seduction,
You hear the promises are
secretly all lies, castle walls
whisper and the noblemen cry,
And the calling of death is the last hopeless attempt—to just this once find out; how does their tale end?

Perhaps they will flee to
a land where they can be together,
Where this amour lasts forever,
but little did they know;
The vinyl will play the song of their untold secret as centuries come and go;
and the song of a vinyl never gets old.

songs of a vinyl can
never be played enough,
songs of a vinyl are of war,
seclusion and forbidden love.

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a/n : I wrote this poem because I'm often stuck in the wonders of ancient story tales— the good, the bad, the real— it all fascinates me and this poetry is for those stories that are passed down to us, that we shall never forget.

And thank you so so much for a thousand reads and so many votes, and I hope you enjoyed my work.
Truly, thank you.