End.

It’s best to start at the end of the world.

Among the rubble and ice and fire,
Cities are crushed and children lay curled.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Where from ashes a Phoenix rises unfurled,
To nourish the land and people inspire.

It’s best to start at the end of the world,
Among the rubble, and ice, and fire.

~

Trying an unfamiliar form for this one, the Troilet, suggested by Yeah Write’s Poetry Slam. So I’m not 100% sure if I got it right but I’m happy with it, somewhat. It was difficult to work with but rather enjoyable all the same 🙂

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Eclipse

Tell me of a love so deep
He ran the rivers dry
Waiting just to see him
He over spent his time
Not knowing just how
Out of reach he really was

Tell me of the whispered word
Slow passing down the line
Of how without intention
He keeps him bottled
While he waited to see
But never knew his faults

Tell me how he heard
The news of what he did
Such pain
Amongst the longing
Not sure how he could cope

So now

Tell me the story
About how the Sun
Loved the Moon so much
He died every night
To let him breath

Tell me of the burning heat
Which only burns for him
To just relinquish its hold
When the time is right
And let him have his spell
A spot to cool the world

Tell me how he felt
Once he knew he could see him
If only just this once
A single moment
Burning bright meets shadow
Eclipse

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