The Wanderess

An illustration of internal conflict

Singing softly her own dirge, the maiden wanders on
With thorns of gold impaling flesh,

She feels only her song
The unblazen path, within her trance, has torn upon her skin-

Barbs of flame and briar of pearl-

But still, her only sin

Has trapped her in the labyrinth, where damned she is to stay

Though vehement in her judgment

The price she is to pay
Is soft, for all her mourning had bore her into hell
The gods took pity on her soul
So that she may dispel
The curse laden upon her heart, the death of all her dreams
And so it seems, within this maze
Of broken hearts

And broken dreams
The maiden will forever be
Trapped in this reality
Within the binding labyrinth
Where damned she is to be

Ghost presences still haunt her upon her soft fair skin
Fingerprints of brimstone;
While diamonds crawl within
Gold dust settles in her bones, the ocean of her hair
Is swept away in emerald pins;
Her heart filled with despair
Her one misdeed, though not her own, has dirtied her against
The will of which she had possessed
But now has been dispensed

And now she cries for all she lost with alabaster tears

The slender wrath of her own hands

Is all of which she fears
And as the crystal sunlight soon takes its final bow
And as the far and wide expanse
Is laden with black snow
The grandeur of the daylight
Gives way for filth of night
So that in dreams
And all, it seems
The maiden will forever be
Tortured by her memories
Within the binding labyrinth
Where damned she is to be

And now that darkness settles in the valley of the dead
The untamed earth has blackened
Twisted verses fill her head
The golden thorns which traced her skin has turned to gnashing teeth
Bruised and bled, her beaten limbs
Are dragging underneath
Scorpions and spiders infest her scabbing skin
While diamonds turned to maggots
Are crawling from within
And all the while she whispers as blood drains from her throat
Aside the silent River Styx,
As Charon and his boat
Arrive upon forsaken shores, bearing weeping souls
Instilled with all eternity
No method can console
The broken hearts and broken dreams

Of all their distant melodies

and memories;

all crimson in their breaking, dying faculties

And still;

For a moment,

Her longing cries of hope
Reaching out her trembling hand towards Charon and his boat

Her eyes have softened in her gaze, pleading, pleading as she chokes
Take me home, please take me home

To all my distant memories
And so it seems,

While though she dreams
of all she lost, and though she screams
None will hear, and none will see
Her broken heart, torn and seared

Within this binding labyrinth

Where damned she will
Forever be

Author's Note

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Reviews

[melvin james]

a very enjoyable read, and very touching.

[A. Amos]

I love this feel, the words, subject and the way you portray with your words...you're serious in what your doing:) simply epic!

[Sami Khalil]

"To all my distant memories
And so it seems,

While though she dreams
of all she lost, and though she screams
None will hear, and none will see
Her broken heart, torn and seared



Within this binding labyrinth

Where damned she will
Forever be"

A very nice poem. I like it all but the ending the most. Wonderful...:)