Sorrowing has laid me down
Making me wear a constant frown
Sisters say I’m but a child
My fury makes me smile
Sorrowing makes me write
Throughout the lands they feel my might
For it was not just one dreadful night
But three that have turned me into this
Skeletal, wallowing in my own filth
Abandoned by my loves
Teased and used from below and above
Flighty I used to be
Dancing and singing
Sorrow has made me explore
The darker side of me.
Ok, now I'll explain. These are are just a few poems I've composed to accompany a tale that I'm writing. I just wanted some feedback. I realize it is hard when you don't the thread of the tale. But I assure you all that once it is completed and the poems are in place you will understand a little fuller what the aim and genre will be.