The Angels Sing No More

Oh my warrior, how I shall miss you,
as I see you, only a silohuette
against the setting sun.
Oh how I shall remember
those times when we were young,
dancing among the clouds of heaven.
The balls are done and the angels silent,
but oh, the phoenix remains.
Her beautiful songs of woe
echo across the land that divides us
and whisper my love for the one
that cannot love;
the heart of a warrior beats only
for the heat of battle,
and not for the passion
that runs through my veins.
Oh how shall I survive?
The flowers that bloomed in my heart
must die, for beauty splattered with blood
can never be loved again.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

'but oh, the phoenix remains. Her beautiful songs of woe echo across the land that divides us' Adore these lines, what a perfect length you have captured, the images you create with your word manipulation are powerful, they slither along with the words taking us with them, pulling at our emotional responses, we feel what you feel, which is a pure talent. Honesty and emotion is your power.

[Autumn]

You really know how to manipulate my emotions, Truth. Well done. It's a poem to bring thought to vivid imagry and avid metaphors, one that makes your heart beat. How do you do it?

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The cry of unrequited love is heard across the hills and plains where the warrior stands in want of battle, immune to the passion of the one who loves him. A beautiful piece.

[crisybear]

I loved it! Awesome, thank you.

[XxtaintedxX]

Love this.

[JasmineWoods]

wow amazing poem, very beautifully written
I was able to paint an image to go along with the poem thanks to your words which is always an important aspect in any writing. I thought the title was very creative and eye catching I really liked it. Great write!