Strongside, Darkside [poems 34/36]

[pattyposh]

Strongside, Darkside

He thought that he could buy his strength

By the bottle

A debt to be paid only in blood

And as his power grew,

The things we held together

Withered to nothing

But I always knew

you’d break my heart in the end

always the first to leave, flee

running towards the dark unknown

a trail soaked in borrowed blood

was it

Comments

[ladycrystal_c]

Sweetie this poem is simply gorgeous.
These lines> "And as his power grew, The things we held together Withered to nothing" / "running towards the dark unknown a trail soaked in borrowed blood was it worth it?" really moved me.
Just Beautiful :')

[pattyposh]

thanks hun!
i'm glad you liked it.
=]