A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


355. Rhythm of the beating drum

In this atmosphere I feel

Like a young man at the heel

Of a gigantic mountain,

Beautiful under the sky;

Of nothing I am certain

Only that I wish to try.

In this unknown maze of star

Lost in a wild sea of smiles,

I will walk farther than far,

I will cross a thousand miles,

Centuries may come and go

Before the answer to this

Great, old riddle I may know;

What, in that time, will I miss?

In my heart I know the truth

But I shall not cut the root

Of this tree yet, for my youth

Is still green and my hope strong,

I await the promised fruit,

I want to witness it bloom

Even were I to be wrong,

Even were it my own doom.

I will smile and laugh and dance

Under sun and wind and rain,

Oh I am sure of my stance

Whatever may come, sweet pain…

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