I hope the repitition wasn't too overused. I wanted to make it rhyme, thus it could have been one of the types of poems I was studying about *Forgets* but I just decided to make my own twist on it... I hope you like it... ... Yay, poem!











She stood there with bleeding eyes

against the pale moon and crimson sky 

as stars dulled down on her with their vanishing glow.

She promised that she would return to me

another dying night before the world ended

So I waited against the oak tree.



So I waited against the oak tree,

with my eyes closed, waiting to feel the brush of

my fair maidens’ tattered gown on my face.

The sun never rose without her and still 

I never gave up hope until one night

she stood there with bleeding eyes.



Another dying night before the world ended

I was able to see this beauty, her eyes glossed 

with sadness, with pear shaped diamonds for tears.

I stood up to be with her, our fingers laced together

And we twirled around the oak tree, dancing silently

Against the pale moon and crimson sky



As stars dulled down on her with their vanishing glow,

she too left without a kiss, not waving, looking back

and I leaned against the oak tree, waiting.

I must have slept a century, for when I awoke

my oak tree was gone, thus she was gone, although

she promised that she would come back to me.