song of the bleeding heart

A ruby red throne,
Encrusted in ice,
For centuries seemingly
Lay hidden.
Deep deep in the heart of the sea
Glittered through the night,
Glowed in the light
A ruby red throne!

A Precious little gift.
Scorned with indifference,
The ice thawed
And the throne melted.
And left behind,
A chimera of liquid crimson skies
A lost saga that the waves sing
If you listen carefully,
When the sun meets the earth,
You can still hear,
The song of the bleeding heart

Prompted at : Monday mural



  1. I felt as though your poem was a centuries old poetic tale handed down through the generations. Well written. Have a nice night.

  2. Thank you michelle.. its the image.. that inspired me πŸ™‚

    keep giving prompts I love your site πŸ˜€

  3. a mural is an art form or somethin na? with ur words u indeed do paint a picture. a beautiful picture! πŸ™‚

  4. my heart let out a tear towards d end 😦

    else,supreb work

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