A poem written about about trials of love, and losing to the last guy left. |
Dream of the Heart When one loses Dreams What is there Left? Life is tugged at by the Seems Why did you commit this Theft? I once had a soft Dream In the midst of a black Night The images smoothly flowing as a Stream And me, of course, as your Knight. You’re sitting, desolate and Alone In your high and mighty Tower Your jewel encrusted golden Throne As empty as all your Power. Your vampire, your Dark Knight Coming from love, heart on fire, for You Racing against the pressing black Blight There’s blood on my hands, evidence of all those, for you, I Slew. At war with your jealous Guards All your evil demons and colossal Dragons Becoming your ever-present Vanguard Anything to see your beautiful face Brighten. Turning slowly Around To face, with complete devotion, the first yet the Last Contestant on this ancient and bloody Ground I remember the trials and magic of our Past. I reach to take your lovely Hand But it just slips through my Fingers Isn't this tragedy wonderfully Grand, The way this all turns out, even as a Dreamer? You begin to walk slowly away as I Watch, My gleaming sword gradually Dropping The pain in my heart going up a Notch Now frozen though it was once Blazing. I watch as his hand grips Yours The sword turned around and pointed at my Heart It's time to end the final War of Wars Looking at the two of you is ripping me apart. I look into your blue, warm Eyes As the cold sword punches Through And as I see you watch me Die The last thing I see is You. |