The ballad

Image Caught

Upon his gaunt and angled frame

hung scraps of memories lost

She felt a melancholy shame

his honour paid the cost

There were no words of honeycomb

no crystal kiss of hope

A bare-branched skeleton crept home

his dream a tattered rope

For Day 25 of Image our prompt was to pen a ballad, generally with four-line verses, alternate ABAB rhyming format and alternative syllables of 8/6…


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