Rythmic's Poetry

[naut]

Well this one's sappy.

Sombre Decree

Sombre darkness shall linger by my footfalls,
For your radiance, I am deficient;
Beauty outlasting ancient capitals,
Coalesced with a wit most prescient.

Lo – a lavish splendour you doth smoulder
That strikes an emanating opulence.
But to find Time and his bride grown older,
And a path of timid ambivalence;

Across yon dim bay of drown'd seraphim,
Doth thine face lie adorned in gild’d fog
As fleeting vapour that doth craft bedim
While naught but hesitant hands stand agog;

And as I watch the angel flutter free,
To grasp ev’r at what shall never be