Poetry, poetry you divine companion

composed on the hearts only artists can fathom     

Creeping through pages of beauty and peace

abiding in eclipses of darkness

A fairy to some

A demon to others

Some say your existence is a cover

A cloak to affections and to beliefs that provoke

To anguish and to love and to all that we have spoke

And slowly and slowly you creep farther in

And nestle yourself in the story within

Your beauty outshines a rainbow of color

Your darkness knows no bounds for which you cover

The pen from which you were created

Has power over all that you have stated

And yet you hold your own power

To capture and hold in your hour

The mysteries that you hold

The stories made from gold

And all that is left beneath

Are your own unwritten folds

You live on in hearts

Until the last one departs

And slowly you will be made

Into dust and cloth that fade

Poetry thine beauty knows no bounds

And from each heart

A new verse found

And where you will go

And what you will see

Shall remain a mystery

 
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