The Day I Set Out to Find a Poem

I sat alone,

In my hall of stone,

Unfeeling on my glittering throne.

All glass and sparkle,

Clear as crystal

Was my frigid home.

I looked out my

Far seeing window, my

Kingdom to behold,

Just as transparent-cold,

And my steal and cog mind wondered why.

A journey I made

Across lands shrouded in shade,

Until the time,

Until in my heart a poem should shine,

And my lands, boisterous sounds made.

I searched,

And pleaded,

And many a night spent

My mind continuously bent

Until my goal succeeded.

But wasted was all

And I returned to window wide and tall

But not to what I previously saw,

And dove’s coo replaced ravens caw,

For melted had my icy hall.

“The struggle and strife,

The pain that cleaved your frozen soul like a sharp ended knife,”

The summer breezes, light and lively,

In their laughing voices, told my clearly,

“Were all to an end; your poem grew in pain and delight,

As did your once stagnant life.”