Without His Rainbow
Chapter 1: His Rememberance
He would remember her mane,
with streaks of every light.
Pressed against his scaly chest,
as they slept soundly through the night.
He would remember her eyes,
those pools of the rosiest red.
He’d hold her in a tight embrace,
so tears they did not shed.
He would remember her smiling face,
which he loved with all his heart.
He found it hard to smile any more,
as their mortal lives did part.
He would miss her attitude,
enough confidence for seven.
She’d be racing angels now,
way up there in heaven.
He would miss her loyalty,
she’d never let him down.
As long as she was with him,
he’d never wear a frown.
He would miss her tender kisses.
From the pecks planted upon his purple cheek,
to the passionate expressions of desire,
that of, only true lovers speak.
Now relieved of her mortal coil,
was the mare of his love.
She could fly even higher now,
further than the sky above.
She’d never really be gone to him,
she’d always be right there.
Dwelling in his cold blooded heart,
bonded by the love they shared.
The anniversary of her death stopped by,
a mournful, somber day.
He spread petals to match the rose of her eyes,
around the grave at which she lay.
Another year without her,
another year gone by.
Another century to go,
before his time is nigh,
and he’ll join her in the sky.
Author’s Note:
I know it’s nothing much, but I felt the need to give my followers something, since the next chapter of “Of Feathers And Scales” has been delayed so much. This is written all by me, straight from my mind, in fifteen minutes. I have written poetry before, but this is the first time it’s ever been put on public display. I do understand not many people will like it, but, oh well.
Edit 1: Heheh, I don't know why some people are tracking this, it clearly states that it's finished.
Thanks for reading,
~MagaSpark