Arise: A Poem

Arise
"The Knight to the Miscreant Over the Lady" by Peregrin


Keep thy jests and keep thy lies
Keep thy secret scorn.
Canst thou see I thus despise
All thy petty smiles and bows,
Thy arrogant boasts, thy meaningless vows?

Thou hast preyed upon her much too much
Torn out her beating heart
Fed her full of lies and such,
And thou hast mangled her soul,
Told her it was love so kind,
Twas all her loss and all thy gain,
Duped her mind,
Made her blind,
Crippled her with pain;
Her soul dies,
Those silent cries,
But I shall tell her to arise.

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Comments

  1. brilliant poem-concise, succinct, pain is tangible and the last line truly inspires hope
    perfect image

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