A Crowded Canvas

Consider white sunlight,
And the idiocy of time.
Someone shot the man in the back
Someone shot our chastity.

A wooden stake in a bloody pool
The wound of heart.
Of midnight proposition
Someone shot the man in the back
Someone shot our chastity.

All our desires melted down
Sulking in the brush.
Four dead men
Living casual lives.

All our legends lie in ash.
Hollywood lost in the rush.
We can't paint more rebellion
As the cans did not belong to us.

Pluck black feathers from ravens in flight
Who killed Mrs. Purity?
Who killed B*****d inevitability
In the shadow of his rage?
Who killed Mrs. Purity
In the shadow of his quiet soliloquy?

Reviews

[The Old Ashes]

This is really powerful. I'm not sure of it's meaning, I'll have to read again: but it speaks to me and it grasped my attention with simply it's title.
I like the flow and the awesome word choice. Great rhyme scheme, awesome stanzas.
The ending really finished the build of imagery in mind.
Welcome to writers cafe, and keep up the great work
-Ashes