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Quick storytelling-type poem. I hope you're having a nice day!

Aurora

June 8, 2020

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The first breath of dawn is so alluring
      For when bumblebees shake the dust from their broken wings,
The kingdom comes to listen.
        You never listened to me
    And all throughout a monochrome twilight,
            A violet cloak flutters over the sky,
        Bringing forth colour and light and
Oh, how lovely is the dawn?
    Helios always liked the dramatics,
Don't you play that card again
        Pulling the sun through the cerulean dome up there,
Bloodying the horizon with crimsons and pinks.
    You used to look at the sky

                                        I could nearly reach up and touch the sunrise,
                                But the morning dew keeps me grounded
                                             How could you do something like that to me?
                                                                                            Again?
                                         
 Roses have thorns for a reason, my love
                            And from the parapets, I watched you with a gold-tipped arrow in my hands
                                        But the sunrise was too distracting.
                                                                        You were too distracting

                                                                                                       
Now the morning birds are singing sweet melodies,
                                                                                                                                    Just as you sing sweet lies
                                                                                                              
The storyteller in the village has a new tale,
                                                                                        One of the palace guard who protected all but her heart
                                                                                                    I'd take it out on you,
                                                                                                 But this aurora has painted my eyelids silver with mercy
                                                                                                                                      Mercy you do not deserve
                                                                                        So next time you call for the ravens,
                                                                                                                                         Remember I am their master
                                                                                                       I taught them how to lie,
                                                                                                                                       Like you taught me how to cry
                                                                                                  You were always a good teacher.                                                                                                                   The parapets are slick with morning rain
                                                                                                                              And this aurora has saved you again
                                                                                                                           I toss my arrow to the flames
                                                                          Because hurting the one I love would be an act of hypocrisy
                                                                And the dawn does not like hypocrites.
                                                        
                            Aurora has turned my attention to the sunrise.

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2 Comments
  • Anne Blackwood

    Writers like you have a storytelling ability in poetry that I will never have. I'm not saying that to demean myself, I'm just pointing out your talent that not many people have. I love it.


    6 months ago
  • Deleted User

    Amazing and beautiful work! I hope you are having a nice day as well! :)


    6 months ago