Two Emily Bronte-style poems

The usual assignments.

"Perpetual"

What weary eyes are those,
Those pale reflections of once-life;
They look upon the universe in pose,
Considering that she was once his wife.

Something so grandiose cannot be forgotten,
Try as one might.
It leaves the mind thinking it is begotten
With no sense of delight.

But life shall always go on
Until the last star fades;
Every day is presented with a new fawn
Who will explore the universe that none forbades.

And when that fawn feels lost,
When it has a modicum of doubt,
When its mind feels tossed,
It will have its life to tout.

For life is a phoenix,
That shall always burn and rise.
It is with those mechanics
That tomorrow is always the true prize.


"A kind darkness"

For what can I say but say adieu?
There is no reason for time;
For time continues with no ado
And mocks one like a pantomime.

It is that fire that burns the eyes
And tears away at the heart.
It cares not whether one cries
And haunts one from the start.

What grace there is in darkness
But sadly that none could see;
It is that darkness is lonely
And can never truly be free.

That darkness holds a mystery,
One that some lament;
But others appreciate its history,
And find strength in its torment.

For when one accepts that darkness,
It can only become a friend.
Its slash turns to a caress,
As it guides you through the end.