Broken
By: Riley M.
From the high moon drifts a soft whispering breeze,
Fallen our thought, a deep spell of shadows,
Bodies at rest yet minds afar from eased,
Emotions scatter through the weeping willow.
Pierced my heart, a firm arrows tip,
Misery bleeds till hatred takes its place,
Bent at the knees, I take my last sip,
Again thy love I can feel, almost taste.
Gates of gold, angel's songs fill the air,
A land where love is made, never broken
Uncertainty of content, a place unfair
My devotion to thee, my love token.
The soft breeze dwindles, the night's dark spell.
Battle for true love, not heaven but hell.
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