Passion

A Poem by Wraith

A fire melts stone,
A cold chill,
To the bone.
An empty room,
An empty throne.
An empty king,
Now all alone.

He reached up for the Skye,
Never looking back,
Nor asking why.

His purest joy,
He thought he'd see.
Yet love was never meant to be.

© 2015 Wraith

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Every action resonates.

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Added on February 3, 2015
Last Updated on February 3, 2015

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Wraith

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You don't need eyes to see. You don't need ears to hear. You don't need touch to feel. At the same time you can be blind and yet have eyes. You can be deaf and yet have ears. You can not feel and yet .. more..