When the clouds above broke their silence
drops of rain graced this sacred dirt.
When death broke its
the stream of life departed from her.
When I broke mine
music from the sea of grief melted Hades.
On one condition, brought her back
the king of hell,
don't look back on your way out
and she would be alive and well.
But oh! so darned temptation,
the desire to see her
Oh! so much mortal corruption.
Without a trace she just disappeared
and I was heart broken, to never be repaired.
So leave me alone
leave me here
because the mortal I loved
no longer lives there.
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Poetry from a Naive Quill
PoetryMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
