Poems from truesdale84
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
And not many a moment did it take
For her to see and crack my inner shell
Still I did offer...
From Fell, he falls.
Lord, neither man, no more.
Stained pelt and flesh buried.
A king's funeral, unjust death.
Thus, the trigger is...
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
And not many a moment did it take
For her to see and crack my inner shell
Still I did offer...
The heart beats like a thousand drums
When in the face of inquiry to another
A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
Taking the chains...
Enveloped by Darkness
Darkness engulfs me.
Nowhere to run, why do I hide?
Hide from He who convicts me...
No clear hope, my soul is...