Child of Ink, Arousing the Ghost

Nightwish and Poe and Serj inspired

Did my eyes see silver roses
Did they really see them wither
Tongues fall from fragile poets
Into whispered beds of heather

Did the birds sing to the moon today
And save the sun the sound
Of a lyrical abortion
Where the voice of awe was drowned

Will my God pour ink in torrents to dress
And supress the worms on high
When with pen I write my last smile
and decline into the earth to hide

Will this gauze ever fall with its deadweight
My blood so much warmer than I
I am leaving the past with this feeling
That Poe hasn't lent solace in a while

Can he not follow the tales of my crying?
Will the great Poe ever lend solace to this poet child?

Reviews

[Professor Quack]

Very nice. In particular I was taken in by the opening stanza, surprising and beautiful. I also like the depth of meaning in this. Great work.

[Coffee Vampier]

Woah thats so beautiful and the imagery is melodic, I just love it!

[dreaming dame]

beautiful, poetic of course it's poetic:):P

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Deep write...

great read :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem my Poet friend. I like the way you twist the language to make your point. I like the questions to ponder create by strong statements and questions in the poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Yina]

It's really intense! I feel like this is one of those writings where there's a long story behind but the public only gets a glimpse, quite interesting:)

[MOON]

Absolutely beautiful!

[skyelight]

Wow. That's really...intense. I like it.