These ways, I wonder where they lead,
As doubt scatters and takes seed...
Beauty is broken, love repulsed,
Fate looked on as man convulsed.
Ashes return and turn into tears,
Days lost in these few years;
The darkness spells impending doom,
As He weaves with his bloodstained loom.
Water be still, oceans be calm,
Fire hold me in your flaming palm,
Air take my soul from this land.
Earth - this body shall rest in your sand.
I liked this poem. The way you incoporated the four elements was a nice touch. Keep at it.
ReplyDeleteI see what you are saying and I will look into it later or maby write more on the same topic. Thank you for your opinion, I appreciate it.
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