To Tuomas

of Nightwish. just inspired by them.

Does the raven of demon eyes

still choose to lock himself up inside

these four sad walls that whisper lies

when the window's open?

the window's open and still he cries.

 

Still your nightengale- your soul encaged-

sings out its heartfelt melodious rage

though golden bars imprint on your face

the songs don't fail

the words still chill me in their ocean-raw state.

 

The same black air of one haunted room

-never silent!- houses the two

birds of poesy; one of wastefull doom

the other- music

nightengale music in a sorry tune.

 

I feel your featherweight demure hopes

to fly once free in quiet, to elope

with angels! but the question drones

long and sad, naked

"Am I good?

 

"Am I good enough to die?

Do I live until I find

an insubstantial key

in this golden lunacy-theme?"

Do the verses bring us down?

Do they lock the doors we enter

just bathe in finer weather?

 

Always raven's beak falls open

bemoaning the maggots that call it dead

rendering its wings useless, feathers only a token

of better memories- cold flights warm in his head

always reminding nightengale's writer

the Deity outside the cage isn't any brighter

the ceiling of sky isn't any higher

better to die encaged and singing

than grieving  for unfulfilled desires

in a world that mourns its liars?

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

Better to die encaged an singing, one of my favorite lines. As always Poe, a real talented write. Yet, I felt sadness, it gives the poem a note of sad...

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I had to read twice for the pleasure of the good story in the words. I like those haunted tale filled with mystery and question. I like the question at the end. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote