Anastasia's Ghost

Click the picture, it moves around , so much fun ,, haha, oh yeah and this poem sucks

Anastasia's Ghost she walks in the fog through the mist of the forest she walks all alone

Once she had a lover so loyal so true, their hearts were united  all was well with the world

Until one day the sad news arrived she heard from a villager her lover had  died

She screamed out his name her heart ripped in two
You see her lover was different and she was she

From a prominent  family her lover did come
The Village adored them , from far and near people heralded their name being The Count and Countess Bouvier was their fame

Anastasia , a poor girl from the backwood glens
her parents  had nothing , their lineage was weak
their beliefs were quite different
strange to the ordinary they were seen

Anastasia and Andre had no care of  such things for them falling in love was easy
who was to blame the Count and Countess forbade Andre to see his sweet Anastasia , ' she is beneath you , a dirty pagan girl 'he was told  and into  his chamber's he was locked 
his cries fell on deaf ears  his feelings  meant naught

He called out her name he hoped she could hear
the day's past so slowly and so did his fears

until one day
 

There on the his chamber bed clad in deep crimson brocade
he took a knife and drew it across his throat

as his blood spilled forth on the crimson covers
he called out her name only in vain

When Anastasia heard she ran to the woods  to the spot where he had held her where they had said their last goodbye

She looked into the Heaven's and called out his name  'Oh, my beloved Andre tis I who have sealed your fate  I beg your forgiveness , was naught but true love no spell had I cast upon thee  to draw you near  you knew this my sweetest rose upon the vine  the others  despised me and for me you have died '

She pulled forth  her dagger from its sheath  cried to the Heaven's , "Cursed be , cursed be , whoever has take my sweet love from me '

Without hesitation she drew her dagger across both her wrists as blood flowed from her veins  she looked to the skies and spoke his name

Tho the lover's have been gone for many a year the people still talk of  it  and some of them swear
when the Moon is full and shines down upon the glen's
Anastasia walks alone in a dress gossamer white  stained with blood and teardrops
  she still calls his name only in vain

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

wrote this long ago when i wrote worse than i now do .. was thinking of Anastasia Romanov
and wondering was her life spared.. this is not about her.. just the same name
I have tried four times to get the lines spaced and nothing!
There are a few lines that should be spaced, sorry..
A somewhat sucky poem that has been done again and again .. so once more for good measure..perhaps bad measure..

Reviews

[Father Mojo]

those who die for passion. dante has a whole section of hell reserved for them--if memeory serves they're caught up in a storm for eternity. by the way, anastasia means "resurrection." i think the poem is fine as is. bigotry, love, death. those are three of the biggies.

[James Watts]

Very nicely done. I know I primarily write horror...and love a good scare...but I am a bit of a romantic too. Nice work. I loved it.

[Valentine]

Different form you and a very nice read..Go back and change harelded to heralded..Other than that is is fine,,Good job ..Valentine

[Rodney Ray Hatchell / U..]

Dieing for another is pointless ,unless you was Jesus. it bring no one back, it certenly don't place them in each others arms. Neither to me is it romantec in dieing . But for the writting it was well written and had much passion in it. I think it was wonderful done for the typ of reader who likes love storeys. GBU,,RodneyRay

[Armon Badill]

this is sweet :)
I remember a true story from my days in No. Cal. the ghost of Sunol...
at least they told me it was true :)
similar to this...just a litlle bit different.
And the girl, a woman in white, still haunts that valley and sends cars carreening off into the dark river when she stands in the narrow road, her white wedding gown blowing in the wind, her arms out in front of her, and her head missing. They say, well, they say many things :)
I may have to write about that story one of these days :)
I really like your writing :) I"m unfamiliar with this form of writing, so I can't really comment or help... but I can say bravo!

[Tawny O'hara]

A familiar story of love. But I still loved it.

there belief's were quite different strange to the ordinary they were seen
Should not that be "their"?

That's it
Great write, I loved the subject.

[Yira Simone]

This was very good Chloe! I loved how you explained why they died and the old english dialogue. I feel you also did a nice job with imagery. This did indeed remind me of most of Shakespeare plays. Ture love that could never be...great work.-Catrina

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I'm going to give you an honest critique like Troilus did for me. At first, I was like... ouch, but trust me it's for the best. Yes, this is good as far as the idea, and I know you put a lot of work into it. I definitely admire you for that, because I have yet to really work on a story like this one. It takes too much out of you. Anyway, if you have it in you, you should work some more on this as far as grammar and getting the words to really grab you like in your most recent story. Maybe it's just because I'm tired or just because I don't like love stories, but it was hard for me to focus. Personally, I think you should choose between prose and poem for this one. I think it would help me to read it if the lines were shorter. On the other hand, some of the verses seem complete, and everybody else seemed to like it, so maybe I'm completely out of line. But I always wonder what the people who read it and didn't review it had to say. I personally appreciate a real critique so I can improve my writing. I mean isn't that what this website is for. If I wanted to be fluffed all the time, I would've been a porn star.

[Phillip J Clayton]

lovely, brillaint poem, and the ending was awessom! and it also brings a huantning but not of negative reason but rather one fo loneliness and loss, even in death.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A nifty ghost story fit for telling round the campfire on the long endless summer nights!

[Julian]

I dont know if it was intended or if its a thread your mind is on at the moment, but the issues you raised with your "prejudice" piece are raised here too and result in the lovers deaths.You are a deep thinker...and deep thinking produces interesting writing..just like this! Keep it up!