Poor morning star By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Poor morning star I saw you fall.
Or did you jump with great vigour to hell.
Your torn wings now, bleeding stubs on your back.
Yet a smile so wide, with true happiness.
Your jump for love, your need for free will.
The allure of a mortal lover entombed.
Deep within your now mortal heart.
Sweet morning star he died a mortal man.
And refusing to return to heaven he made his own land.
His own sacred place until god showed his hand.
Cursed with a spell out of jealous remark.
Morning stars salvation now his prison ever more.
Now the people are people no more warped and disfigured to demons in pain.
Morning star you'll love again.
When your prison one day will be raised.
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