![]() Siegfried's Death MarchA Poem by Randal Bright
The funeral pyre Glowed scarlet and vermillion As his ashes Turned from tightly stretched Flesh And black Chared bone To motes of sparkling amber That glisten Like revenant spirits turned amber star-dust In the gloom of twilight. Should I? Should I?
Brünnhilde, his beloved Brünnhilde
Weeps and mourns Of her lover lost As his charred remains Are set vivid to the ebon fog. Her tears flow With white-wash cascades Of sorrow and melancholy In the gloom of twilight Fafner is satisfied With a toothy grimace. Should I? Should I? The buffet of flames Mix memory and desire Into a dire potion That trickles passion and rot With somber April rains As Spilling salt and brine. Should I? Should I? She thrust herself Into the mouth of the devouring flame Who’s tongue licks scorched Skin naked Swallowing sullen tears Starved with wanton despair. Yet loves embrace In the mouth of flame Dull the pyre Within cruel April rain.
I may... I may... © 2009 Randal BrightAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 19, 2009 Last Updated on February 20, 2009 AuthorRandal Brightsylva, NCAboutI am William Bowers (Pen name Randal Bright). I love music, and it is all I have in my life. I hear things, I see things, I feel things that I really can't explain, yet I can express them with any for.. more..Writing
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