Poetry, Quill

Mighty, but broken.

In the broken old land,

There once lived a man,

Glorious, and mighty was he,

Trees shook with his thunder,

Boulders broke beneath his fists,

And fear striked in every foreign heart,

Yet a lanky young dame,

Tore his gleeful heart apart,

And all that was left,

Was a broken little man,

Perfect for this old and treacherous land,

And he kept his heart still hidden inside,

Too afraid for it to touch the light,

And in darkness he spent away his life.

2 thoughts on “Mighty, but broken.”

  1. Kriti says:

    That’s an evocative piece Vishesh !!

  2. firtukloimutrzas says:

    I don’t commonly comment but I gotta say thanks for the post on this great one : D.

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