Moonlight lovers lay and kiss,
their hands entwined, she fades in mist.
Swept away by a cold air,
to the endless wintry guerre.
He foreknew that this would come,
yet ever does he grow numb.
So now he sets off on a quest,
to wake Arielle from her long rest,
the maiden sown into Sleep's dark loom,
within a fair white tomb.
'I don't know where my body's went,
but my spirit is cold and spent.
And so I look through wicked eyes,
to the ghost of my demise.'
'My heart beats, a thunderous base,
as me it tries to erase.
but I cannot let it undo,
everything I am to you.'
A pleasant read. I like the storytelling. Last two stanzas are my favorite because they're relatable & clever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating. Don't need a body to love; or despise for that matter. Not quite sure why, but I can see an icy-white/blue right now and hear the voicelike sound of air being rapidly forced through compressed space; that low inveterate whistling noise. That is how the poem makes me feel. I don't know what that means about how i feel about it but i like the picture, the poem and the concept of a senseless feeling.