Parley

A story between my psyche and I.

I took a sharp right around a corner sidewalk,
A brisk walk with a muffled pant from my shoes' squish squash,
I only came in a hoodie, that's now three times as heavy,
So it didn't matter when I got splashed by a passing Chevy,
It's getting dark already, I can feel the time a comin',
I'm getting tired of being strong with all this a*s I'm bustin',
I'm rushing to the coffee shop, I got a letter from this girl,
I think she wants to meet, and speak about my world,
This crowd is slowing down my pace,
I'm pretty sure I'm lost with these city lights right in my face,
I come across a cafe with the letters all mislaid,
The sign was confusing, as i recited the word "Arpley"
I creep inside the old west rubble town double door,
I check my corners for any trouble as I sneak along the dusty floor,
I scan the room, alas, there she sits with two ready glasses,
The only two in this cafe that is now bottom to top thalassic,
I take my seat in front of my musty cup,
She bellows in a tone of an angry volcano about to erupt,
It's frightening, but somehow I feel comfortable,
A dumpster full of lost thoughts she holds in her palm so cold,
She says she knows me, a time from whence i became taint,
She says she is from the time of light and dark's first day,
She didn't even have to mention about how she can look through me,
And somehow I already knew that her name was Lucy,
And then it hit, I now remember my first fault line,
It opened up my insecurities as she took home in my mind,
She's been with me ever since, this parasitic coexistence,
I've had this lack of bliss for more than half of my existence,
We talk for hours but last I checked I just arrived,
I reprise the potential lie of if I'm even still alive,
I tell her about all the fears and tears that's stolen all my cheers,
All the lost years I hid in darkness with only a blanket made of fear,
No pillow of love, no anchor from the one above,
Strung out, on my lover Lucy's luscious drug,
I ask her why she came to me, of all the beings in this life,
She smirks and winks, and through her teeth is her reply...

"You're very special my child, like all who have succumb,
In wicked winds and chilly shadows, my army beats its' drum,
My shattering roar shall travel on steadfast stead,
Through internal war, a labyrinth of darkness, on their souls I feed,
I drink the wine of sorrow's chime, all my tunes are blue,
Only worth minds can host my love, such gift i give to you."

She spoke with a melody so abstract, so divine,
Seemingly far off key, with no wrong note I may decline,
I take a sour gulp from the tainted murky drink,
I reply in fear, that the plea I speak shall sink...

"Madam Darkness, who rules with fists of fire,
Who dictates the hearts of the torn apart, from their thoughts to their attire,
Thy shower of pain reigns sovereign of the terrain throughout my brain,
Since thine eyes first laid upon my soul, my world hath ever changed,
For i frolicked with heathens, through wilted pedal meadows,
I danced for hours to the sounds of shrieks, screams and bellows,
I hid from the treacherous light as i was strictly instructed,
I did thy bid, from kid to grown, through pain I was inducted,
I thought, that which was comfort was correct to me,
Forgive me my Shadow Goddess, for i ventured to the light you see,
A frivolous sabbatical, one to subside my curiosity,
I fought gallantly to stay true to the teachings of my deity,
Alas, i crumbled under the effulgence of his righteousness,
My burnt out smokey halo transformed into a bright light headdress,
My broken wings of a pigeon, expanded twice than that of an eagles',
Don't you see your Highness? For the first time your child was cheerful,
Although i soared above the clouds, I struck a match to ponder,
That even though i was close to light, my being felt a sunder,
For the night has risen upon my temple, I still felt cold in sun,
I know not of who's army, for whom i beat their drums,
So all I ask your Majesty, all controlling of evil and wicked,
May i resume perched, atop thy shoulder, with not a single deed of your business?"

...

There was no smirk this time, once I ended my speech in tongues,
The pressing matter arose at hand, of whether or not to run,
Her eyes at full alert, sniper hawk that's prepared to dive,
I came in with thoughts of romance, so no blade stood by my side...
And then the peculiar...
She twirled her fingers though her hair,
She cocked her head and smiled and said,
"Your world is ours to share",
I finished my cup and then stood up, to resume my mirthful day,
Indeed it is decreed, my mind and I have made a Parley. 

Author's Note

This is one that i hold dearly so any feedback is greatly appreciated and considered.

Reviews

[613]

This was a longer poem than I expected it to be. (I think it would have sufficed had it been cut in half). I enjoyed the rhyming immensely. Great work.

- Brittney

[~EO]

i totally understand the fact that poetry (at least in today's day in age) is naturally on the shorter side, but since you think it could have sufficed with far less; what do you think could be omitted or shortened? While you answer that consider that i was trying to create a story and a scene in your head.

But thank you , i really love my rhyming and my assonance, and thank you for the honest review :)

[613]

It's not anything in particular really. It's just "less is more". When it comes to (long) poetry, at times, I lose my focus.
You're welcome!

Also, if you wouldn't mind checking out my novel, HIM, I'd truly appreciate it. I'm looking to have it published but won't do so until I get as much feedback as I feel necessary. (: