Ben (Prompt)

by - Mr. Darcy   Nov 5, 2018

I hear his poor heart break as blackbird sings,

As I read ev'ry line of crimson ink.

If beauty can be born of ashen wings,

The faith of human kind will never sink.


- Mr. Darcy
© 2018


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  • 6 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Michael, I think I was away over the time this was posted and so I missed it completely. I was just going through poems posted the last few days and came across these prompts from you.
    Things have been tough recently, but I'll get there. Thank you for this - truly.