Lyre

He's an emperor

Stare at me with dripping gold.

Tainted among the blood colors of the moon.

Yellow eyes that pierce the soul.

When the moon comes out.

When I come to play.

Does a crown not sit on my head.

So curiously so.

Author's Note

Poem about the emperor Lyre Walker.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice visions create by the good description. I liked the mystery create. Thank you Riv for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[dan]

Don't know the emperor you mention but the piece is very well conceptualized and written. A lot of well put together imagery tells a nicely woven story. take care...dan

[andrew mitchell]

A most enjoyable read Riv

[Willard Wells]

Nice short verse. A change in what I have seen from you before.

[Perkele.7885]

I am not familiar with Mr. Walker!
Does he even play a lyre? Perhaps a mouth organ or kazoo?
What time do you come to play and are you playing a game or an instrument as well?
What instrument would that be? Stringed?
Are you Lyre's Queen?
I have questions here! and not one single evocative answer!

[closed]

this seems interesting
i wonder if he is a historic emperor

or did you invent him?

its a really kool poem

[Riv]

He's my own character, his father was a infamous man known for henious crimes after he died Lyre started up his own kingdom.

[closed]

that's awesome
have you written anything else where i can read more about him?

[Riv]

Not on a document or anything I haven't xD but he might be in my new series Farshore Secrets.

[closed]

Farshore secrets.

ill have to look for it if he's in it

[E G TEN]

Cool poem Riv, the Moon never left..
You just cant see it..