The sun
is down,
the night is old,
my sorrows shall I keep.
Let me live,
or let me die,
but never let me weep.
The sky is burning on the wind,
and all the stars are fled,
but I shall keep my secrets here,
and not betray the dead…
For as I live this borrowed life,
this silence I shall keep.
Today I breathe until I die,
but never let me weep.
I love this Adrienne. This poetic genre is my one true love, the melancholy atmosphere with a silvery rust of old and hidden memories and a tinge of sorrow that feels like cold iron on my skin. Love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I actually wrote this poem for my novel AND I also based the title of a fanfiction on it :) I'm a big fan of iambic heptameter or common time, hehe.
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