By: Arjan Wardekker
Soft wind sweeps through tower's walls,
moaning cries throughout its halls.
Chill the hearths to overbear,
though its warmth a sign of care.
Through the veil a hand's caress,
timeless truth it to confess.
Through the veil his sight is clear,
now he sees what is him dear.
Tears dry as she holds the wind,
breaks the chains that keep her pinned.
Maiden's love seemed far away,
closer now he is to stay.
No sword's glitter in the sun,
sometimes staying is to run.
No smile shines without its mourns,
may a rose be with my thorns.
written on: 23-11-2005
Poem series "Roseblood":
Roseblood: A Tower's Walls
Roseblood: A Raven's Gift
Roseblood: A Thorn's Rose
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