I longed for lust but only found
A map to love and pain;
I searched my mind for life and sound
But wrote a drab refrain.
Along the road, I tried to walk
With dignity and pride,
But all the while, the monsters stalked
And forced my arrows wide.
In each and every dream I dreamt,
I heard the thrush and lark,
But when awake, I lay and wept
Alone and in the dark.
So do not talk of pretty things
Like rainbows, peaks and vales!
A bird is bright because it sings
And dragons need their scales.
What an amazing piece! The rhythm and flow are perfect and your choice of language paints such a vivid picture. I'm sure I remember, a few years ago, you said you struggled with rhyme but you've very obviously got the hang of it now. One of your finest and well deserving of the front page.