Burning Rites

Burning Rites

A Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
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A collaboration with the wonderful artist Poppysilver

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The enigma came to me

when death was just a novelty.

A hell spawn with Capricorn features

using my strengths against me,

giving me the power

to dig my own grave

with my idle hand.

Those eyes so sublime

pierced my heart like a dagger

and drained it till my bones

turned to stone,

then used my corpse

as the threshold to the underworld. 

 

But how easy it is to forget!

The soul can follow in limbo

To a place where pleasure and pain have no other purpose

Than to remind me of what it is that I have lost

Sisters of fire lure with serpents

That bear their scorn with banshee lamentations

I hear them all

Curse me

Mock me

Seduce me in flame

I trace the name of my sins 

In ashes beneath my feet

Here, foolishness feasts with vultures..we are all to blame

 

 

 

I willingly let the circle of fire

Engulf my body

So the ashes of my flesh can be used

To write my eulogy on parchment paper.

Then my scorched bones

Can become the stepping stones

Upon which arch angels can perform

A macabre dance.

May the damnation of this sacrifice

Be the gate way to salvation…

The light before me becomes blinding.

Ghostly eyes adjust to see…

            A stairway made of hot coals.

 

In front of what is now only a shard

Of what I was

Ravens circulate

"Look at your destiny."

I procrastinate

Before me...no shelter from death upon death

Behind me...no angel is patient enough to hear my distress

So it shall continue...eternally

I shall fall

Lament with no liberation as the demon calls

Here, time sneers in stagnant water

Holds no empathy as I falter in mud

Here, I shall forever walk upon blades.

© 2011 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)


Author's Note

The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
I was honored when Poppy agreed to work with me on this piece. Thank you so much dollface.

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FREAKING WICKED! I luv it!

I willing let the circle of fire
Engulf my body
So the ashes of my flesh can be used
To write my eulogy on parchment paper.
Then my scorched bones
Can become the stepping stones
Upon which arch angels can perform
A macabre dance.

Do us a favor...write another one together! xo


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The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

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Birth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..

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