The Redeemer

Through stone cold windows

Crystallized cries never pass the hopelessness

Of these merciless ruins of no compromise

Trapped within this deserted nowhere world, where the darkness

Holds her prisoner in some unspeakable place where no man rules

 

Broken angel, chained and bound to this lonely existence

That has after so many years grown cold  

While the ivory steps cleverly conceals the cracks

Through which she slipped, disappearing from all audible ears

To where she’s now ensnared with the noose tightening around her neck 

 

A knight so white could never save her from her fate

His amour’s far too weak for the deadly onslaught

Of these demonic forces keeping her back

Knowing that his steed could never make that leap

Into a terrifying realm, where even angels dare not to weep

 

Hands weak, she tugs at time eroded restraints

Blood stained, cutting to the bone, she prays

Knowing her dark prince would one day come

Dancing through the flames many didn’t survive

Sweeping her up on his magical dragon’s back

 

Wings wrecked she tires to stretch, reaching from the darkness

Needing his cold hand to bring her comforting warmth

Waiting for his righteous blade, to show her a kindness

Her heart’s being longing for, now laying on the floor

Hacking through the shackles, he would

 

Setting free the real angel within

Soaring free to greatest of heights, unexplored

With her darkened redeemer by her side

Knowing that the world could never again

Tie down two spirits now standing stronger than ever before

 

Reviews

[Gary H]

From when I first read this, I notice a shape forming, a tower maybe, that she will be saved from. This I find is interesting as the 'white knight' would have to climb to the top to become her saviour. The 'dark prince' however, has a much more accessible route to her heart, either through black skies or a vision in the shadows.
I particularly liked the 'crystallised cries' image as I feel this carries through the poem with the deepening 'cry' for that 'prince' eventually ending in 'soaring free to the greatest of heights, with her dark redeemer by her side'.

Great work and well thought out. xx

[Tomás Ó C..]

Good use of language here...

[These Haunted Hallways]

U just wowed me in this poem! It was very awesome!! I can feel the suffering, yet i can feel the acceptance of fate, which is so tragic, and heartfelt. Beautifully tragic, i must say. Brilliant piece of writing hun. Great job with it!!

B.A.

[Sean M. Addams]

very beautifully done .... love the flow to this..... nice job on this one a very amazing piece!!!! imagery is tight in this also... and loved pic you put with it. i'm impressed:)

[Lestat's daughter]

Beautiful! I lvoe it! I love how it's written I love the wording, I love everything about it. Don't you dare change a thing.