Anyways, I haven't photographed anything interesting lately, so you're stuck with another one of my poems for this week. :) It was inspired by the picture below, which I found on Pinterest. Hope you enjoy.
The Lost Kingdom
She stands alone on a dark hilltop
The roar of battle finally stopped
Little fires burn around
Singeing the grass left on the ground
One star, through the smoke shines
Blinking down through the veil of grime
Shedding his light on the lonely girl
Shedding his light on the broken world
Her heart within her beats softly, slow
As she gazes down at the kingdom below
Shadows its fields and darkness its towers
A chilling wind its bell tolling every hour
One cry on the wind remains
With every moment, it’s volume gains
The song of the people, now growing still
The song of the kingdom, now shadows guild
Its notes reach her ears
Down her cheek, a single tear
Shed for her land so dear
Now taken by flames and fear
She stands alone on that dark hilltop
The roar of battle finally stopped
Little fires burn around
Little fires singe the ground.
Sincerely,
~The Scribbler in the Attic
Please explain something to me, Willa. I want to know why you always talk about how we are "stuck" with your poems. I LOVE your poems, and think they are good enough to get you published. :D please post them more often!
ReplyDeleteAw, that's sweet! Thanks, Elsie. :)
DeleteWow, you made that?? AMAZING!!
ReplyDeleteBeeyootiful poem! I just don't understand how you write such amazing poetry! But then again, you are an amazing person. I like the picture too.
ReplyDeleteLove you,
Margie
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful! The poem does fit the picture very well. Amazingly written...I wish I had the talent for poetry :p
ReplyDeleteI love this! Great job!
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