Mourn

A thriller, of some sort.

I came with a smile

She came with a nod

Buried on the surface of the Nile

The jagged outline of her jaw

As it fell onto the seabed

The isle of my dread

And I knew that when she saw me

Crawling halfway dead

The newlywed scarecrows hanging row by row

The veil of halos and Death’s afterglow

The wail of a banshee, the woe of the man she

Under the nights’ covering of hands she

Behind the curtains of the damned we

Tangoed with tangled mannequins

Waltz with holocausts at the alter and I

Found myself to falter

Behind her saving grace

And the maggots on her smiling face

And I bowed and kissed the bride

Felt the eyes of the divide

And I did the math of my catastrophe

Adequate, the branches of the hanging tree

And the cherry blossom offerings

Cathedrals, mosques, and prophets we

Tenants of sarcophagi, remnants animosity

Leftover lovers buzzing carcass under summer sun and

The canvas of our sanity

Was painted white and ebony

And I sold my own serenity, bent my backbones at the cemetery

And we painted on our hollow features

And fed upon you other lowly creatures

With your brotherhood of secrets

That you hid from flowering ear

And you felt that twinge of fear

As we tied you in our vineyards’ lace

And took you with us in our place

And we grew the greatest tree

The fruit of such a siege

And we brought your castle down

And the devil wore another crown

And the pieces fell apart

Like old abandoned art

And she left me in the dark

To find my way back home

And I lost my love that day

Another’s talons on my throne

And I knew my love was vein

And the crimson incubus left his name

Written in my liquid life

And they cut my down with scythes

As the morning day will rise

Though I never joined my bride

The rotten apple of my eye

The hanging tree of silver lilies reaching out for me

Under harvest moon I reaped

And the death I had to cheat

To be the wolf amidst the sheep

And be the torch to burn these fallen leaves

Incinerating ashen queens

Spades I bury

Every memory the wind no longer carries

And the people come to see

What could make a scarecrow bleed

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

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This is definitely someone...
Well I don't know what makes a scarecrow bleed but yeah I know that its a human inside the straws and first aids can stop it from bleeding. Maybe call an ambulance too!😁 Though its OK to be sad sometimes, I got the right to make you happy at any point.
This is definitely a beautiful poem. Buts as you tell of love, let me tell you that love can't be lost and if you lost it then it wasn't Love. There's a lesson to learn, how to move on. So my dear poet, cheer up!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

It’s just fiction, I didn’t make this poem to talk about anything I’ve experienced. I just really wanted to write something different. So don’t worry. :)

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Well nah! I don't worry.😀

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But I wish, there was really someone...hehe. Just being mischievous today.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

There probably won't be, I'm not to interested finding someone like that. I just like to write poems.

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Alright Alright... I know, you got to be a Romeo for your Poetry only. Well I appreciate that! By the way this was a nice thriller.😁 And you should continue to write some more pieces like these. It doesn't feels saturated or overstuffed like some of your very complex works so I really love this concentrated solution. ...well yeah I was reading chemistry so using little chemical language!😅 It was great!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! :)