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.


269. Scupid

Of the thousands of words in the dictionary,

As the billions of stars in this wide universe,

Of the many meanings making my heart wary

And my old soul weary as with love I converse,

Why, I ask, had you to choose this one precisely,

With phrasing such as this, spoken so concisely…?

Oh my dear you would be so very inhumane

To give me hope and let it long enough remain

For it to bore its roots in the deeps of my core

Only to rip away, throw it onto the floor;

Yet I would let you cheat your way into my life,

Consciously give my back to you the cruelest knife,

I am already lost, my mind is made up – dour –

Never shall I leave now the scope of your power.

I am yours to command so order my sweet dame

Anything you wish I shall conquer in your name,

You have my devotion, I am your faithful tool,

I dance obediently in the palm of your hand,

No enemy shall pass through the path where I stand,

Forever my soul belongs to you; lovestruck fool…

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