Not about me. I just composed the following poem, and this Def Leppard song fit it to the T. This is purely a literary work. Posts about my life will have to wait a little.
The gloom lifts with the rising dawn,
Nature stirs, heralds the new morn,
Dew drops glisten in the verdant verdure,
And in the glen wanders a maiden demure.
Birds twitter among the pines as she makes her solitary way,
Head hunched low, eyes fearing the onset of day,
An opportune breeze ripples through her gossamer hair,
But she heeds it not, too weighed down with care.
The skies above turn a familiar shade of azure,
As the first ray breaks through, bright fair and pure,
Yet she trudges on, lost to this wonder,
For her heart is broken, ripped asunder.
She dreads the beauty of the early light,
That rends the dark, brings back cursed sight,
For the world of colour holds no joy for her,
Brings back nightmares that never seem to blur.
The fiery chariot now unveils its full glory,
A new chapter in the eternal story,
But this page is untouched, her slight frame shivers,
His grave swims into view, a single tear quivers.
The gloom lifts with the rising dawn,
Nature stirs, heralds the new morn,
Dew drops glisten in the verdant verdure,
And in the glen wanders a maiden demure.
Birds twitter among the pines as she makes her solitary way,
Head hunched low, eyes fearing the onset of day,
An opportune breeze ripples through her gossamer hair,
But she heeds it not, too weighed down with care.
The skies above turn a familiar shade of azure,
As the first ray breaks through, bright fair and pure,
Yet she trudges on, lost to this wonder,
For her heart is broken, ripped asunder.
She dreads the beauty of the early light,
That rends the dark, brings back cursed sight,
For the world of colour holds no joy for her,
Brings back nightmares that never seem to blur.
The fiery chariot now unveils its full glory,
A new chapter in the eternal story,
But this page is untouched, her slight frame shivers,
His grave swims into view, a single tear quivers.
1 comment:
Hmmm... I do like the tag-line of you blog. Ambiguous brevity has always appealed to me.
As for the poem, one would think you have never smiled a day in your life. And one would also thank you for that. As long as it works, and this well, you are welcome to your gloom.
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