Her Epilogue

On this night, our dreams come true

Under the solemn moonlight

A shadow creeps over marble white

Staining it's traces

Claws reach from the depths

Figures stand with no faces

Her beauty protected

All she sees is golden

The wolves gather in mass

Witnesses to the end

Innocence killed in ornate style

Forever alive among the dead

She never breaks her smile

Lights hugging every curve

Caressed by it's cold embrace

The emissary of life

Leaving her hollow and in place

The circle tightens 

Her dreams fade

Under sullen skies

This is her time of pleasures 

Turned grim and dismay

As one, the voices sang

"Give unto your life for this cause

O, woe is thee 

For what comes next is unseen

We invoke you this night

Our master of morning light"

The howl of winds so strong

Ascendence cut short

Overwhelmed in a sea of flames

She drowns in beautiful misery

Deprived of ugly remorse

Displays of elegance in torn form

Preserved

Her beauty amplified

Shared among the pack

Her innocence 

Crimson red

Shrouded 

Under this dreaded moonlight

Author's Note

As always please leave a review of what you thought. Good or bad. Thank you!

Reviews

[drew garner]

When it comes to poetry I tend to be into nonsense verse and surrealism and this seems more like occult poetry with weird fiction overtones. But I really liked it the tone was wonderful, and sustained throughout the piece. while the language itself was engaging.

[Final-Karma]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you got the synopsis of it. My goal is to engage a bit more and have the representation of my work present itself in an equal tone throughout.

[Vineet.U]

Somehow the poem reminded me of Joan of Arc standing up in faith against society. I like the flow of the verses and the strange combination of beauty and dread that they made me picture. Yet, I felt the dread of the moonlight at the start and serenity of being self-aware at the end. Can you explain what you intended with the reverse?

[Final-Karma]

I love your interpretation of my work. It brings out that sort of strength but acceptance of the end. My intentions for the reverse were so you could read this poem backwards. From the serene to misery and vice versa. Try and read the poem from the end to the beginning.