Frolicsome creatures upon grassy meadows Creepish forlorn dead trees
that bellows Beyond the threshold and yonder the glen Lies Elysian
mysteries of time knows when
The illusive breeze of that
bloodless May Of raining twigs and prickling spray Scars beneath
my naked toes To where I am, nobody knows
Blanched gore as
Crimson wine Underneath dampen gallows we dine Clamoring rancid
silver spoons Of rampant riches that fade too soon
Nightmarish
fantasies of dis figuration Define me visions of my damnation Hallucinations
dived in melodies Oh the dread that screams my symphonies
Juvenile
harlequins and freakish jesters Wicked suitors nor erotic splendors Trappings
of this carnal doom Beneath scorched iron and dungeons gloom
Abyssal
pits breathe hopeless cries They pray for my own souls demise Lessons
that were never learned Do you see me now? Do you see me burn?
Thundering
fears, the deafening silence Demented tortures, the emerging
defiance Chained amidst the beseeching light Eternal absence at
the dead of night
Ashes breath of fogs that loom A forsaken
bride, the remorseless groom Denied to her twas one last chance To
take his groom for one last dance
Farragoes of my vast illusions Memories
confused far more delusions If only I had learned to die I wouldn't have taught myself to cry...
Been quite some while since some one FORCED me to open a dictionary... Especially to seek out 'Gothic' vocabs. I bow to your talent and word power, though it has some awkward phrases. notwithstanding, it draws a perfect Gothic bleak picture of sadness and depression
the best I read today.
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Really well written... Had a very antique beautiful careless kind of touch to this poignant story. Your word choice was brilliant and the flow and structure perfect. One of my favorites on the cafe~
wow......great one...
hey,if u don;t mind then can i''ve ask to u ...that how did u get the idea for this story....
i liked +loved + enjoyed + analysed=cheeered....it
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Everything just flowed. When you're inspired by something in any way, be it dark or beautiful, and y.. read moreEverything just flowed. When you're inspired by something in any way, be it dark or beautiful, and you start visualizing, words will follow. These are just random images I have, darkness gives me a strong connection with my deepest imaginations. It's not easy to pull off.
Interesting poem, it has that dark emotion to it, love the 6th stanza "abyssal pits breathe hopeless cries"....anyway great job, loving your work...it truly is "dark and rainy"