In the hazened glow of the blast
rests a weary two. Lovers, that
long ago would be at each other's throats,
in a time that tongues were for making sense
of chaos all around - not the pleasuring of sense.
Enter the winds of the summer's fallout,
sweeping leaves around their weary heads.
Shadows once high against the midday sun
wrap around their bodies to rest. And
as the glow fades and the shroud falls,
their eyes brighten, in comfort of knowing the best
of company held and feelings felt,
that death will never make them forget.
*End*
(Hi guys. This is my second poem, written in the good half hour before this post was made. It's inspired by the closing chapters of Garth Nix's "Shade's Children", so I thought it best to acknowledge his part in my thoughts. Hope you like it, and all feedback appreciated.)
Edit: Slight editions to the wording made for better flow. Hope this doesn't suck more.


