Siegfried's Death March

  

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 Valhalla mourns

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...

Author's Note

An allegory.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I really like this...Great poem

[Starting Over]

Sir William,

I really like this piece.
I'm a fan of norse mythology and I love Wagner's Ring Cycle.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear William,

I really like this piece. I'm a big fan of norse mythology and I love Wagner's Ring Cycle. This is very well done, and I think you've captured the spirit of what it would be like standing before the burning pyre of that great hero as all that he was is consumed by flames. Powerful emotions well captured.

Best regards,

Rick

[Sabine]

The format works extremely well. Your poem is brilliantly penned. Sabine*

[Strife]

Nice. Very epic.

[Hotaru Miyuki]

OME this is based on ring of the nublungs!!!! i love that movie!!!! i love gisheler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!