Behind the golden doors, I was in agony;
When agony finished, it was time for the end;
When end refused to come, hopes decided to blend
Into the depths of time, escape and felony.
So up a lonely hill, for a dark green fortress
I settled, and built it. With unashamed greed,
Certain that you were far, I made prisoners bleed;
To halt my chance's waste, and mimic its success.
All the way there were doubts, and tears that made me drown,
Till today temptation to wear the funeral gown,
As you were in the right, and I was in the wrong.
I let my sight alert, ousting horizon's boats;
And chained myself inside, half sunken in the moats,
While never noticing you were in all along.
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Musify
Poetry[Français & English] I decided to show here my future works of poetry and maybe my past ones. Almost all of them have been inspired by different Muses over my lifetime. Because life is less harsh when you Musify it. ------ J'ai décidé de montrer ici...
