Thou beest the mystifying light
from the staggering sun,
that devours thee in thy waves.
When the bright fades down,
under the blending color mixed sky;
thy eyes adjust to the blackening induced ether
towering astronomically above thy bodies combined.
Unspeakable ambiance held shocking despair.
Dread fills the abundant air.
Ye heavens weep
Where art thou angels
Thy ears reverberate and ring
Hearing thy raptures’ horrendous screams
Thou wilt undergo abysmal ail,
Imprisoned
inside thy virulent narcoleptic sleep paralysis.
Thou hath her psyche
withering down to ink blot specks
upon a cram filled page
consisting of thy subconscious apprehending concerns
Forming a maze thou must shake.
Nevertheless, thou shall still stand near ye bed side,
With thine instrument humming
Gentle;
So restfully calm,
How thou lovest to serenade thy mind;
that arises and embarks on a revolve,
Turning ye worries into a zilch so small.
While thou speak though lullabies
and bathe thy mourning cries.
Thou doth wish thee good faith;
As humanity eases
from its endless rage
Thou knowest exactly thy method
Of by what means
Smoothes the soil beneath thy feet.
Thou wilt
Read
Read
Read
Thy baby to sleep.
Review:
I found this a great read. I am such a fan of old English. The lay out was brilliant, especially the 'read, read, read'.
Your method is brilliant, it flows well. The darkness is mysterious.
Really well written piece of poetry, with some actual depth in it! Rare in young writers today. Well done to you.
Keep it up
Thank you very much. c: Means a lot. I appreciate the feedback! c:
A very well written poem. Extremely interesting that you chose the formatting to be in Old English! Steady meter, which a reader such as myself is always grateful for. Old English poems are not my general area of expertise, so I'm afraid I can't give you much more than this! Keep writing!
Thank you very much! c: