Poetrydice made me do this.
on top of the castle he stood.
and felt the magnetic pull
of void; he understood.
it calls to him to the null.
it writes to him love letters
and send messages on pigeon's foot.
it promises things will be better
and he will have a place to take root.
Mr Death
Counts his breaths
sings lullaby to him
and tests his faith.
Tempted he is to roll the dice
and see for himself if it suffice
to give all he has left in an impulse
and see if that pays the price.
It has been a sad affair
like queen bees leaving home
and traveling on and afar
because new queen has come.
the invisible aroma of apples
and wet grass of place he dwelt
dwells on in his heart and ignites
the sparks of what once he felt.
"This plan will be the best plan of then all,
just you wait and see."
He was going to let go of all pain
and find the key to be happy.
He was going to go home to apples
and put away his worst enemy.
Take an arrow and cast away.
the persistent stain of misery.
He came to castle to cure his lover
and he's went home to cure his plight.
The burden of regrets of leaving her side
memories haunts him day and night.
As he left he kissed her and then he missed her
now she walks with him by his side.
Dances she in ever glow of distant light
as he laughs in joy and wonders if this is a lie.
I LOVE IT, I Do!! @figuringoutsrn
you too keep up the good work.