The Knights Revenge
The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’
’The wings of a bird unlike the sound of his voice will forever flap and in the sky, he will turn. The grim of death lay heavy on the night for I know I will lose you in the depth of my life. In return for my sacrifice, I will see your eyes, they will glimmer with pride and I will feel the love. When I look up at the stars there is you, I will join you soon, we will meet by the moon’
I could feel the ache in my heart as I read the words in every poem. Whoever wrote this must’ve been carrying a lot of pain in them.
Bab Populer