Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Of Nobility & Beauty...

The nobility to which I adhere,

Entraps me from the freedom of which I seek,

yet beauty shall die at the face of love,

till then shall I wait in mourning,

for this thorns to blossom forth a rose,

to which holds my key of joy…


and fear for which I seek ,

I fear i and not the beast..

the door to which I seek,

I knoweth not of its splendor..


From hence which I came,

Hence forth I shall return,

Yet within this in-between,

I shall wait for my Amaryllis,

Upon fallen wings…

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