We broke some bottles, rules and pentagrams just to be damned We joined in war till fervour conquered all with each nightfall That's how it was - such crazy, hungry days passion ablaze That furnace welded both our stubborn hearts fixing to part Then as we drifted closer in our realm you grasped the helm Then I with hand on rudder, steered ahead twin thoughts unsaid Those days were years and every one a score uproar, rapport Those evensongs, duetting on guitar one rock, one star When greyscale aging came upon you first it felt accursed When ills and pills became a harsh routine you lost esteem And yet we loved and laughed to spite sure fate at heaven's gate And when the angel came in dawn's first light you too took flight Now we, broken by such parting, remain as us - the same
For my MTB prompt: We writes Poetry, the theme is sparked by today’s National Friendship Day and our poetry is all about the first person plural or the coupling of I/you as ‘we’, whether significant other, family member, friend or pet. We write in the style of couplets – I opted for rhyming split couplets (5/2 metre) in memory of Martin.
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