Poetry
The Trappings of Love
The night was foul with the stench of love
Twisted castles and visions ran from above
And, alas, though the guards were aware of their posts
Their bodies were numb, as though they were ghosts
For as the night was young; it's forms still shaping
The innocence from their hands, the darkness was raping
Their screams the fog, seeping thru the land
As they try to make their way through this consuming sand
And watching from atop the highest of mountains
The curiosity gushed from their souls, like fountains
The moon and his children, all alone in their splendor
Give away a vision of light, as the giving of a vendor
From the West screams the wind, howling in dismay
Trying to escape from the mighty trappings of its disarray
And the matriarch of this magnificent scene
All wrapped up into its perfectness, so quiet and serene
Her hair like a ravens, flowing as a river
Portraying her beauty, longing for a deliver
And the trees danced
With their dance, they romanced
Their songs unheard
Only whispers so obsurd
As faintly as it had all began
Explosions burst into the earth trapped man
His trappings, his bindings, his snare, his demise
Bring crucifixion to his being, and in his blood he lies
Lightning skewers naked from the dark clouds above
striking his body carrying him to his grave robbed of love
And it begins to mist, the air full and damp
Burns out the fuel that once gave light to his lamp
The guards weep, as their bounty is lost
They wake to the morning with their destiny covered in frost
The sun licks the treetops, pours its gift to the ground
The seed, the gift of life, scatters itself all around
And the tranquil sounds of morning, falling on ears found deaf
Speak tunes of deliverance to the cursings with which they are left
And the trees danced
With deliverance they romanced
And their songs still unheard
Still the whispers so obsurd
And the night was gone, yet love's stench floating still
Confusion shall never leave the thoughts of love so real
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