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.
Hey Ben, I did not read this Poem until this morning, having been absent without leave for months-Ha-Ha. You know how much that I love Metaphorical, and unforced Rhyming, for this, you are a Master. Congrats on your Win. These two lines jumped off the write; A bird is bright because it sings
And dragons need their scales. The Bird is envied, for it's beauty, and song. The Dragon mirrors today's World, with so many callous people, instead of the Dragon's scale shield to cover it's guilt, and shame, they adorn the Shakespeare type Masks, they have many to choose from.
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.