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A poem about British Romantic poet John Keats and his lover Fanny Brawne. Keats is my favorite poet of all time. Some lines were inspired/came from his letters.
Two meet within the north.
The nightingale declares
her his muse and star.
Thanatos hovers over the poor bird,
waiting for the clock to strike.
Eros cares not for his company.
But no arrow is needed here.
The star walks among multi-colored gems.
O how the nightingale yearns
to warm her with his wings.
She lies beyond his cage of stone—
past the glass divide.
If only harsh illness
does not linger
can he be free.
Gold decorated in
love and protection exchanged
in solitude from the world.
To be worn until starlight fades.
Only the star hears his song.
Violent wings shove the nightingale.
He flails, trying to reach.
Wishing for arms full of faith.
Or lightning to strike!
A lasting peace for Thanatos shows no mercy.
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