The Final Five
Painting by Peter Paul Rubens, 1620
Faint longing for the soul that wanders,
The desire to own, consume, carousal in thunders
Make me whole, for I lay forgotten…
Foes and silent foreboding in the gales tonight
The soul quietly ascends the feared contrapasso,
Quinque, I see the dark and I become it slowly
Perishes, thy lust for light?
Lucid, quick! A knock on the door…
Carry me, quattuor, relinquish t'me eternity!
Greet, tribus, a feeble sigh,
Paling, the ashes of the once magnificent
Duo – breathe now, a feeble kiss
Reticent, thy inferno, close the gates and revel
Immaculatos, Unum– the mortal I.
A lovely rhythmical poem, Aymen. You have always amazed me with your words in the writings. Thank You for sharing this with us. 👌
Thank you so much! ❤️❤️
You're Welcome!!
''bows down '' if you say this is your first attempt at poetry then I will take that as a false statement. Reason being is that this sounds like it should have been in Macbeth! . Keep at it. If you want pursue poetry, the word play is pure pleasure. ! I need more of your poetry.
Thank you for your words.. Hahaha it is my first attempt! Blame the dark of the night for this...
:)
Wow. Im stirred. Beautiful words my friend . Ps #teamgirlpowa ;)
Thank you loveee
nauscious is abyss' squelch
ascis vacil, internecion
of salvation en totale -
solace rotting bacilli
fragile tabiae blotted rorschach,
heinous ecce homo
terminus.
Thank you Liam, you've inspired this to a huge extent. ❤️
Botty liked the poem :]
I like botty
This is nice and amazing.
Thank you!! :)
Going Well! Good to see...! Upvoted
Thanks!!! ❤️
You are welcome! :)