Beheaded
De-friended
A dragon surely must be for the slaying ?
It wasn't your fault ;the course I'm taking
Ahead of your time
With that subdued smile
Subdued eyes
Your twisted stance
A pose of attack
Ahead of me by a country mile...
A softest smile of those dark eyes
Begins a dragons dance so wild
Mesmerised I stand, but I'm no fool
I belie my general air; The Fool
Battle scarred and weary am I
I safely stand behind the line
The line you know not that exists
The line I hold with iron fist
Our timeless battle erodes the seasons
Green spring
White winter
Warm autumns too.
My sword thats always hidden from you
Waiting for its final cue
Young dragons shimmer in Winters sun
Their beauty, many a mans undone
Inquisitively, finally you turn to face me
Natural attack mode comes in easy
Glittering coals of your dark eyed stare
New knowledge of all mans wants and cares
You've learnt the game
You learnt it early
Nothing more now can I do
But decide exactly why this battles due ?
This battle comes though much too late
It starts in jest
But ends in fate.
There comes a time in every womans life when she realises the power she has over all men / 2014
And women also realise some other women have even more power over men, which makes them jealous of one another. Well, if you've got it, flaunt it, I guess. : )
ReplyDeleteYou clearly understand my poem. All I shall say is that nowadays I keep my sword within an easy reach ... lol
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