Poetic Verses
Symphony of Tragedy
Is there nobility when lust breeds contempt?
My love lies diminished by slavery to you.
Would you had kept such power tempered,
Than practise honing it within my forge.
Mired in madness, we are now, prisoners
Of passion, twin seekers of freedom.
Lovers or foes, it has no bearing
On the web so artfully spun by us both.
One does not breathe in ,
Unless the other breathes out.
We are a symphony of tragedy.
Unable to extinguish the song.
My love lies diminished by slavery to you.
Would you had kept such power tempered,
Than practise honing it within my forge.
Mired in madness, we are now, prisoners
Of passion, twin seekers of freedom.
Lovers or foes, it has no bearing
On the web so artfully spun by us both.
One does not breathe in ,
Unless the other breathes out.
We are a symphony of tragedy.
Unable to extinguish the song.
