Out In The Mists

Out in the mists the night breath lay
Embracing every dreaming tree.
Beyond the darkness – gone astray
I found a saddened, mourning me.
Confess you used to shoot your arrows
For playing games instead for life,
And while the vision’s old path narrows
The thought of you’s a light of strife.
Out in the dreams the elves keep dancing,
Dark shadows hushing in my eyes,
As candles flickered our romancing
Your voice made me believe your lies.
Now get away. I found me weeping,
The cold was burning on my skin.
I heard the evil’s silent creeping –
My body bore your soul within.
Morning will rise soon in the meadows
And bring a pale, innocent sun.
This time it’s you who’ll doubt in shadows –
While my heart mends your heart will run.

very good!

Hi, La Noche!

That's a very romantic poem! Full of feelings!

Have a nice week-end!
Schakim

Thank you very much much, Schakim.
Romantic? I don't know if it's really so romantic, at least not in the classical sense. Maybe painfully romantic, since the situation is being left behind. But therefore it is emotional

Have a nice Sunday,
La Noche