A Trivial Game

By PoeticMeditations

It was for you but a trivial game,
Some slight amusement to pass the idle hour,
The wild heart to capture and then tame,
To have dominion and absolute power.

A bored cat merely toying with its prey,
With its wide-eyed stare of glistening fear.
Cruel and taunting in its tormenting play,
No mercy granted to a suffering Lear.

But as for me, caught in your sharpened claws,
It was not a simple game, but life and death.
Discarded, darkness o’er these eyes now draws
As I profess my love with my dying breath.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s