It's the first poem I wrote that is about a specific subject.
Any idead, recommendations orstatements about how bad my writing is will be accepted as long as they have reasonable reasons following them.
Words followed by words
Ideas vomited by ideas.
The common writer follows
Another’s footsteps, another’s fantasies.
The ghost of a young, fair maid
One who one died upon her lover’s grave.
At the same place where her tears she shed
Mourning her only love she couldn’t save
Red bloody rose has bloomed
And now her soul is cursed
Forever to be bound to the darkness of his tomb.
Another poem soon have followed
To immortalize the lovely mourner
Her grief was stuffed and hollowed
But don’t you think that it was over,
It has been repeated,
Retold and rewritten,
All for your pleasure.
Enrapturing the lady widow
Into a whirlwind of badly written poems,
Senseless clichés and symbols