Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Triolet

I knew of thee from sight to light, Glory;
  it was our pleasure to love evermore:
  we died to fly bonded in love blurry.
I knew of thee from sight to light, Glory;
  ours was fated a firestorm story;
  where we yielded nearly damned for amore.
I knew of thee from sight to light, Glory;
  it was our pleasure to love evermore.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...