I stood as a conqueror
The ashen sky above
and the plains stretches
pole to pole
The sun's warmth pierces
through brimstone and fire
The human race will be adrift
At the mercy of the winds of fate
I puff my cigar when a gust of wind blows them away
The trail of smoke guided my eyes
to a house built out of cobblestone
A soft voice called out from inside
My fair lady cladded in crimson red
A sight to behold
She wore them with immense charm and grace
and caresses her belly before flashing a faint smile
I've been to hell and back
Ages I've endured
and tempted by the doubt of looking back
But I wouldn't trade the roads I have travelled
and the battles I have fought
For it meant wishing my life away
The poem sums up my desire and yearning for a romantic relationship. It does so by connecting a war torn romanticism and blissful contentedness. Did you like it? I've written another poem about a private eye struggling with his past guilt.
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