The Reckoning

Beware who you let in....

I dreamt of him on moonlit nights

when eastern winds were howling

I ached for him while stars shone bright

and wept for him each morning

I longed for his sweet cold embrace

for the pearly paleness of his skin

consequence be damned  I said 

(unconcerned about tomorrow)

so when he asked, I let him in

now I weep in endless sorrow 

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

In many ways, this is one of those poems someone reads and feels the room drop in temp to about 6 degree's. To send a chill down the spine from one read can only make me think of one band with the same effect. NightWish, the balance of Metal and Sorrowful Music. The Poem as the same effect. Nice Job!

[Joiedevivre]

very nice!