Crina’s poems
Hope has always trusted me with its secrets
As further than life’s soul gets.
For those who hope for silver dreams to fulfill,
Might end up in the rusted flames of kill…
For it is the divine will
Of one to seal
Eternity’s mortal shadow,
And twist the nights to follow,
Turning the moon to dust
And love to lust.
But the charm of one’s spirit
Shall never glow more than seen.
Pity how foolish figures made of mud
Will forever turn pure tears to blood…
And once more they close the gate
To open hearts towards clean hate…
White emotions that come from light
And no sign of vanity in sight,
Soon they all change to sweet disaster
For one whose heart dares to sigh faster…
Then wishes filled with pain start to appear
For there is no more life, and neither fear…
Eyes once opened are beginning to burn
As there is nothing more to learn
Than the heart taught the mind
After soul made it blind…
The ending’s emphasized by hate
As it forces its way into fate…
