I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
what well might seem an elfin's grave;
and every pledge in earth i laid.
that erst what false affection gave.

I pressed them down the sod beneath;
I placed one mossy stone above;
and twined the rose's fading wreath
around the sepulchre of love.

Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
here yet the evening sun was set:
but many years shall see the cypress spread,
immutable as my regret

a mixture of softness and my style of poetry.

I like it but the lowercase I's bother me. It's a pet peve thing.

a big change in your work Arthas. change is not bad however, well done.

dont go soft on me now Arthas!*sigh* still ill admit this poem was still a bit deathly so i liked it

wow i liked it! better than any other supernatural themed poems i've read, i like the vocabulary. the poem itself set me in a different frame of mind. keep it up that was very "refreshing" to read

Theres one line I kept reading, I dont know why maybe it sounded weird, I dont know, oh well thats me for you, very good poem one of the best read today!

*claps* Im. speechless.again.