Hello! 

This is a collection of three small poems I made in the past (I only remember the meaning of two so it is largely give or take as to the meaning). It seems nothing ever came of them so I thought I would atleast post them up on here as a side note if nothing else for the time spent on writing them. 

Méconnaissance
An endless journey, 
toward a space blotted known,
yet beyond that of our own.

What have undone, the done untold,
toward the pieces' fractured bone,
for eyes beyond those of their wretched own.

Such as to the checkered pieces, reigning free of worlds of predefine seed,
Breath out over the unperturbed queen of thee, 
alas for as long as none are free let the blessed fire rain be,
''Knee to knee''.

The merry tethered sea of tea tattered and shattered
and the knowledge and wisdom, could not see the bothered,
and moving to and fro’ toward neither beginning nor end,

the unaffected swerve of ivy down the pattern.

The Sun Sets in the East
The sun risen eastward,
A Glory risen backwards,
As I walk along the shallow graves,
alone.
Going over bridges of these golden waterways,
I can hear the silence of a crying moan screaming over seas of east,
A final requiem in our silence, as I see.

The walk along the graves of my dismay,
I hear the sudden stutter of an engine far above,
A bringing of our tempest.
I see the silhouette of a bomber far above,
Blowing the last of our world asunder,
A small leaf fell down in my tea.
The emperor cannot hold onto these,
Fallen leaves of a gloried sea of tempest tea,
What of our bittersweet yearning glee?
Today an empire rise,
and tonight an empire fall
back below.

Lady Ashore
The duke calls our bidding of days over again,
As enemies in our very grave,
The game had begun and just as quickly ended, and as the final piece fell,
Our gambit was lost.
Alas pupateers, we given free,
An empire shattered,
by deaths debris.

The final emperor calls for my last stand,
For there were no unrest, no distress among these,
For the final feast.
I rush forward,
Set free, these fallen angels bleed,
Blister free.
As the shadows fall tall,
I see the last royal guard bleed,
To the sound of a rain dyed red.
Last I see, I bend no knee
For I remembered thee,
My lady across our shore.