The Melancholy of the Soul

The Melancholy of the Soul

The echo
And the beautiful rhyme!
The sin…
And the ending of time!
The tears…
And the consequence of crime!
The sorrow…
And winter guild's rime!
The heart…
And all its prime!
The endlessness…
Restlessness!
The Emptiness!

The crude lullabies of sin…
And the tumbling of my skin…
Upon the unstable of time!
And the aging of what's left…
Of a troubled soul!
And wash away the painted smiles…
In rivers of gall!
And the stains of blood…
Before you all!

A soul cries!
Under the lonely moon!
In vein…
It dies soon…
His fortune…
His cries…
Not another moment,
It buys!

Hanging where the wolves roam…
Tangled by the promises and lies…
Longing to the place he used to call home…
A forest of ice as all hope flies…
And remains the scent of night!
As the blankets of doom warming his flesh…
Of what once were words…
And tears watered them to life…
And drained their thirst as they strived!
Only lonely amongst the thorns of worldly being!
And of the truth is a soul deprived!
Depriving him death…
Depriving it breath!


The everlasting gray fields
Of haunting terrors and silent cries!
The dead sunrise and the lively set!
The scars of ugly remorse and regret!
The melancholy of the soul…
And everlasting fall!
The silence is deafening…
I can hear it call!
The beheading of what's left of will…
I can hear the sound the pounding…
As their drained heads roll!

By: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[ANNA]

It same the same! Very very descriptive n I love the last part:
The everlasting gray fields
Of haunting terrors and silent cries!
The dead sunrise and the lively set!
The scars of ugly remorse and regret!
The melancholy of the soul�
And everlasting fall!
The silence is deafening�
I can hear it call!
The beheading of what's left of will�
I can hear the sound the pounding�
As their drained heads roll!

What a amazing show of the soul and how you write. I can still hear this poem in my head
One would say that its scary and creep..but it true..I like scary poems..and I really like the part where you said:
As their drained heads roll!!! Wow freaky ..lol
GREAT FORM OF WORDS

Much lov n respect,
Anna

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

This is another wonderful addition to your collection of poems. The beautiful images and fantastic word flow that I love so are here in spades. I love this one as much as you're others!!

[RHEA CROSLEY]

This poem is very descriptive of a devastating frame of mind. It is a vivid hopeless description of the worst phase of grief. Many artistic phrases that exemplify the bottom of the pit. Interesting read thanks.