fallen ones


along a cornered brick she sat
waiting patiently
to meet the one she long forgot
as she spoke in silent key
to the wind which whispers faith
and spits the fiery stew
of the past that she forgot
her demons slowly grew

in the cold and winded street
through rubble, rock, and dust
she looked to see the soldiers glare
to end her wanderlust.
when silence broke
a beam shined in;
the summers solace flame
and echoing to dying will
he slowly cried her name.

to the lead, he meet his end.
to the moon he signed it
the will to life
for deaths design
the way that he defined it
at the time the two would meet
destiny imposed.
at the time the two--deceased
was just as death foretold.

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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

Wow, This is deep and brilliantly written. I am a new fan....


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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

This is a very intriguing poem reminiscent of The Highwayman. Sorry, I usually do not make comparisons. That is a compliment in this case as I love that romantic ballad. It is great to read your poetry. Thanks, Hyphen.


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jravity1 4 years ago from bellevue, MI Author

I read the highwayman...that was a great poem..thank you for sharing that with me. thank you for the comment as well.


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Phyllis Doyle 4 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Wow! I love this poem. It is deep, as always exploring said. Very well-written.

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