A ruby red throne,
Encrusted in ice,
For centuries seemingly
Lay hidden.
Deep deep in the heart of the sea
Glittered through the night,
Glowed in the light
A ruby red throne!
A Precious little gift.
Scorned with indifference,
The ice thawed
And the throne melted.
And left behind,
A chimera of liquid crimson skies
A lost saga that the waves sing
If you listen carefully,
When the sun meets the earth,
You can still hear,
The song of the bleeding heart
Prompted at : Monday mural
song of the bleeding heart
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You did a great job with imagery.
Thank you :)
I felt as though your poem was a centuries old poetic tale handed down through the generations. Well written. Have a nice night.
Thank you michelle.. its the image.. that inspired me :)
keep giving prompts I love your site :D
a mural is an art form or somethin na? with ur words u indeed do paint a picture. a beautiful picture! :)
my heart let out a tear towards d end :(
else,supreb work
It's kinda sad... Bleeding heart.
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