that eclipsed my heart,
suffocating the sound
of the rhythmic beats that struck
a cacophony of noise 'til
the thud was smothered by this disease;
I am love's poor fool - a castle's ruin.
Ben Pickard 2018
*The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.