I wrote this poem ages ago, but I never had the right opportunity to post it up. It was originally going to be about one of Bakura's victims in my Legion of Darkness anthology- check it out! -but somehow ended up Pegasus related!
15/9/05
Painted Soul
Your portrait painting hangs on the wall
Whilst dim candlelight twinkles on silken sheets
In your four-poster you lie amid a sea of roses
Curtain shielding your face as you softly sleep
Like a thief, I steal into your ailing life
I gaze upon the painting of your long lost wife
No one could watch your sparkling eyes
Fade as your broken body dies.
Weaving dreams into the night
Painting landscapes with your second sight
One sweet breath, you're lost in fantasy,
Haunting your favourite lost memory.
This is it; the end, the break of day
You sigh in your sleep, as you no longer look behind
Your dying soul fades gently away
Remaining firmly painted within my mind.
OK, enough depressing poems, the next few should be more uplifting...