The Calling (Remastered)

it was called ( the voice of ancient silence)... its one of my first poems!

 

The Calling

 

Have thee ever been haunted?

By a specter from thy past?

Giving you not a reason to die…

But reason the love you have to cast?

 

Shaded by the soul of your banshee…

One's chosen… never to be free!

Irking my night, never to get back…

Yet bed in my walls to watch over me!

The gust of her lips…

And nightmares all flee…

The voice of her whispers…

That brought this love to be!

 

Hath thee for long…

Lingered in the shadow?

Hath thee chosen a road to fight…

Not to follow?

The wounds within my soul…

Made the fallen I am…

Yet its too late for sorrow!

Broken lies the sword…

From my vision of tomorrow!

The visions of Eden

As my armor, and so my lord…

All have forsaken…

Like my words… and thy dreams…

All have been taken….

And departure alone….

I wander… I whisper…

And in silence…

I moan!

 

 

How hard is it now to smile…

I hear your voice in every breeze…

And in every corner haunts thy figure!

And as thy blood runs drained…

With it my shield grows thicker!

Alas, I can bare the shield no more!

Too heavy of blood and memoir…

And of pain and past!

The specter of my love…

Shall forever last!

 

By: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

 

Reviews

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

A lost love that haunts. It is even more sad because that lost love would never want their love to be haunted. Those that love and are gone would far more likely want happiness for their loved ones. But the memory of that loss would haunt anyone. A vicious circle of sadness.
This was great. I feel a cry coming on.

[Cricket]

Your imagery and the smooth flow of your rhyme absolutely take my breath away.
I would say more (I would gush), but to do so would only detract from the haunting feeling your words have inspired.

Bravo.


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