As, Reader, you have sung my former songs and read my early works, this also is waiting for your superior view. Come and let us explore, a world of night and day, of hate and love, of joy and pain, a world of yours and mine imagination, of paintings unpainted and sculptures untainted. Let us continue by orating these thrice written poems and I hold myself to the promise that you, Reader, won’t be disappointed.
The Dark Night
When I have glimpsed of sun’s waning shine,
And seen the blue rivers turn red with time,
How can I not hate, the morn’s piercing light,
That hides the truth, under our dim sight?
That there will again come the dark night.
I Saw Him In The Sky
I remember that night, that stark sky,
Where I saw him, his glimmering eyes;
His smile was one, caressing my eyes,
I know now, why, I mirror his cries.
On Love’s Day
Sitting there, are you thinking about me?
How my eyes glistened as you approached me;
How, like an eagle, your heart soared to me,
That now mine sings your divine melody.
And now when I glance, upon your lovely shape.
I ask you, can I dwell inside your heart’s drape?
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The Poet: Arkane
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