A handful of ebony death – the poem
As the night was gliding bright
A few feelings in the bottom of core got flooded,
The days were frenzied plight
But shadows would rippled by emotion crowded.
The passion brazened high
For a chiseled night to ignite the ocean core,
Then desires pleaded sigh
For a few burdened kernels grew deep to roar.
A death slowly walked down
To embrace a time being neglected crime,
A long wait in the strike crown
Come to the end of a chosen ebony rhyme.
It’s hard to carry a drop so dark
Smiling sheen of a dewy melancholy mask,
Corridor of an empty road lark
Walk to get infused in the soul of love task.
The false reverie of life to hurry
Not for a lonely marathon of passion to fall never,
The war between fact and phony
Love wins the death way to go till end of forever.
A dulcet of ebony gossamer veil
Passion travels forbidden path in wild gush,
Emptiness to cuddle velvety trail
Sensation met the prince of final dream rush.
Ebony ink of emotion on wild ecstasy
Words flew from the mind to rhyme for nonsense echo,
The quill bleeds feelings so pure deathly
A death got tinted in ebony love to be a poem fresco.
A handful of ebony sands to die
For the lover kissed his princess of passion to feel death,
A life died of pure rapture to cry
Welcome Death to get escort till the end of time and heath.
A poem is born out of a handful of ebony death.