This is a shortened, basic version of an idea I've been working on. I plan on adapting it later into some kind of short story. A lot of the original stanzas were removed for length's sake; not everyone likes a seemingly-endless poem! Anyways, with that in mind, the ending might seem confusing and the poem without details. I just wanted to get any opinions, suggestions, ideas, or corrections before I started writing out the story. Thanks :)
This light, thy light, defines my home
This faith, or lack of, is why we roam
To define the reason you waste away
Is not a query I can answer this day
And yet by night, trapped in rage
We polish thy sacred silver cage
That binds you to what remains of us
To us, this ever-travelling circus
If one from out there,
Were to ask why we care
For a Mistress who dwells
In the darkness that swells
But by Death I am bound
And in Death you are found
May my soul reach your lips
And your red-tainted fingertips
And I'll bend to the grass to select a rose
Slip it on my hat, as this story goes
And I'll carry the Red, I'll carry the sword
And give you the souls that you greedily hoard
As is the life of a Ringmaster
Bound by the code,
On the life that I rode
And I'll bring this Disaster
As all leaders do
Because I trust you
But if one were to be entirely true,
I would have to confess
That I loved you best
And if I must follow, forever and only you
Then your name will be my last breath,
My guardian, Queen of Death.
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