Mary Grey

Oh why is it that grey has overcome my Mary?

Under fragile glass eyes so tranquil.

It lies deep in the buried thickness of her wretched thoughts.

Oh blundered heart of smothered grey, why is it for Mary the day shone dull?

Sulk stricken silent soul, what happened to your lovely lullaby?

Mere gone or hiding?

Vanished like her sunlit heart, now only the moon sets deep within her loins.

Pretentious pending, pain and plead 

oh for Mary blood so black,

in broken skies

the light recedes.

Trapped in this grey chamber

of striking resemblance to her heart.

No light prevail these chamber walls

she crumbles.

What twisted truth lies in her memory?

Slapped red in the pit of her thoughts

she trembles of forsaken love

and seeps the bitter taste out.

They were poisoned in her shameful game,

what lives lost foolishly from those crystal eyes.

The wet damp forest soothes only those of dingy spirit

and yet for Mary who lies under grey clouds, no consolation can be.

The storm came then tried to redress it's sins with gentle rain

just like her crystal eyes came

who now left as a martyr,

crystal eyes will unveil:

[murderer]

[murderer]

Author's Note

I wrote this in 2008. It is very old and probably somewhat Poe inspired, forgive errors or loose ends. It is not perfect but like the last poem I posted- I want to show the difference in my poetry from the past to present. What I like is the older age element that creates almost a dark-fantasy like charm. Enjoy.