Boreas’ Melody

There is a haze

of retreating battles and war-cries

in the quietly thrumming sky,

as if the harps that once played

at the height of victory

and at mournful burials

were left unattended,

the rusted strings

gently caressed by Boreas.

Elsewhere,

tucked in corners where blood

could not reach,

a little girl dreams of castles

and a calming melody

played by a dark-haired man

with purple wings and cold eyes

on a harp.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: