Eternity's Price

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Come to me by moonlight, dear.

Here rest all your fears;

Fret not the thoughts that plague your mind.

Here.

Rest all your fears.

Drop your guard and rest your eyes, love.

The end is almost near

….

Near enough to touch your skin,

To smell your scent,

To smile,

To lick its lips so delicately,

To praise the feast to come.

 

And it was your life, my love, which bought my soul’s demise.

A promise of eternal life,

You

The lone prize.

 

With Loki’s tongue a bargain spun,

A delicate web of silver.

Hissed from the serpents lips;

A magnetizing allure.

“Eternal life I offer you. All for the life of one.”

“All for the life of one.” It cooed.

 

Granted immortality,

Eternal health and youth.

Gifted an angel’s face,

How could one refuse?

 

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks to Months,

Months to years,

Centuries.

 

And I longed for you,

No one else would do.

Your smile,

Your eyes,

Your touch.

No one else would do.

 

No one else will do.

 

Centuries of mourning, dear, to you I cannot repent.

Centuries of loathing, dear, but this was my descent.

 

Come to me by moonlight, love,

Here rest all your fears.

A shallow grave of heartache, darling,

I drowned in all my tears.

Reviews

[deeps]

Awesome!
This is really amazing, Loved the last stanza the best.
Love the deepness and darkness.

[LochnezzMonster]

So...I'm assuming (haha, bare with me) -Well let me first say that this poem gives me an Adam and Eve feel. As in he was tempted and he took a bite of the forbidden fruit, or in the case immortality because it was so hard to refuse. Then he regreted losing his love? It's a sort of story in a poem and I like that. I love -especially- the mideval type speak that was used by the narrator. It automaticly gave a setting of looong ago. Nice work. How poets turn a story into a peom that makes sense and flow, I shall never know.