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What do you think about this poem?

I am not a native of an english speaking country and english is not my first language. However, that doesn't stop me from writing poems in english. So, please tell me what you think about this one. I would appreciate every honest opinion :).

A knight’s death

Full moon – hidden

Behind the dark clouds;

The knight rests here, a place forbidden,

Wounded, under a blood red shroud…

Feeling the scorpion’s sting

And its venom coursing through his veins;

Hearing the flutter of an angel’s wings

As it flees from the darkness’ reign.

……………

Elsewhere, a flowing shade

Rushes through the trees,

The silhouette of the young maid

Looking for the one whose soul flees,

Her crystal crown

Askew on her head,

Her burgundy gown

Tearing as she sped.

……………

In the black pitch,

By the light of embers,

The venom making his muscles twitch,

He lays and remembers

Her sandy locks

Her grey blue eyes,

Ever slyer than a fox’,

(Oh, sight sent by the skies)

Her sweet smile,

Her perfect skin…

Although he’d known her for a while,

He’d never met the soul within.

A Fury by nature, a Nymph by name;

For her, he damned himself,

For her smile, he lit the flame.

And, yet, he long remained but a memory on a shelf.

……………

She hopes she makes it in time…

‘Damned be the treason and damn be the plot!

God, let me make it before the bell’s last chime!

A curse upon thee, father, and upon your whole lot!’

……………

‘I lay here, in my darkest hour…’

He manage to utter, drawing his last breath,

‘Let not my life be a blue flower

Withering as I’m nearing to my death…

Now, the fire’s ablaze,

And my kingdom’s turned to dust.

But I long for the days

My soul wasn’t covered with rust…

At last you came, my dear…

Speak not and let not a tear be shed,

Because there is nothing to fear…

In death, nothing is to dread.’

……………

‘And, yet, it feels like a nightmare…

I fear for your doom.’

A single crystal tear dropped by an ember’s flare.

‘May it light your tomb.’

……………

After the accursed deed,

He sealed his fate:

His heart to forever bleed,

As he’ll guard Hell’s Gate.

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  • 1 decade ago
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    That's a really sad poem. But you wrote it like a pro! You know, you can be an author one day!

    You're really great!

    - Nathan

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    i like it

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