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Gabriel Frost
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since 2002-08-15

Posts 216
Between midnight thoughts

0 posted 2002-10-15 08:38 PM

Leaves as fresh as dawn,
With blood outspread upon its velvet surface,
As if thinned by soft endearing kisses,
Yet it wells and pulses only to it’s core,
As a living being breathing in the morning mists.
Love finds it as an ambling fawn,
With bright hopeful eyes,
Alive with admiration,
At its unwanting beauty and grace.
Perfect, an untouched child of nature,
In which all of creation marvels,
Born at the light of dawn,
Yet it’s conception was held at night.
When the young and foolish lover,
Cried many tears at Hope Creek,
If only had I the reddest rose, he said,
Then I could have her love.
And so he cried with all his soul,
As darkness fell upon the land,
And one by one did thick clouds roll,
Awakening the night to his demand.
All creatures of the forest,
And shadows of the night,
Near and far all felt his sadness,
And looked down at his plight.
Yet each one had known,
From the listless water sprites,
To the brown gnomes of the earth,
That sympathy was no price,
To procure the daylight’s rose.
So their eyes became closed,
And all had shut their ears,
For the heart of none held room,
For this besotted lovers tears.
Then in the dim hush of night,
Did the waters surface peel,
To receive a single teardrop,
Plunging into the deep.
And upon a fair young nymph,
Did his yearning sorrows fall,
Whose heart had heard his cries,
And felt moved to answer his call.
So she met him at the surface,
And was saddened by his tale,
For t’was the way of water fairies,
That love should never touch their face.
“Why shall I refuse to give,
That which I would never receive,
And cause another to be depraved,
From the same joy laden bliss as me?
For I’ve but no choice but solitude,
Yet your soul need not be forlorn ,
So I’ll do what I must do,
That you claim your love by dawn.”
So he went away with singing,
Into the open twilight air,
To find the lone wild rose plant,
And wait for it to bear.
But in a moments whisper,
Did the little nymph arrive,
At the side of the barren rose plant,
And stroked its rough jaded leaves.
Then she began to sing softly,
A song of stars and sacrifice,
As her sweet voice echoed tenderly,
Into the cold and boundless night,
Did the stubborn rose plant leaves,
Grow fuller and fuller still,
Till they brushed gently against her warm cheek,
Slowly harkening to her will.
And she saw the time drew near,
To the golden mist of dawn,
So she hastened her work to spare,
Time for the rose to come.
In one deep breath she embraced,
Its barbed and cruel stem,
With a tear trickling down her face,
Tighter still she held.
She pressed her soft breast,
Against a twisted thorn,
Till it had thrust itself,
Deep into her flesh.
Further in it delved until,
It pierced her burdened heart,
And her life’s blood in all it’s purity,
It hungrily drank and drank.
Yet she continued to sing,
And a bud began to show,
Harder she began to press,
Until it started to grow.
By the time it had grown full,
Her tears had already grown thin,
Still harder did she press,
Still louder did she sing.
And soon with the pureness of her heart,
Did a precious white rose bear,
But a red rose did she need,
To pay the lovers fare,
So she continued to bleed.
She bled with the vigour of morning,
Till the rose grew as yellow as the sun,
But as the horizon became nearer to dawning,
She knew that it wasn’t enough.
Her once bright eyes now faded dim,
Her pale hands though trembling held fast,
And the rose began to blush a light pink,
Fading into a gentle lilac.
Her sweet song became a fainting whisper,
Between strained determined breaths,
And the rose grew darker and darker,
And closer still to red.
It’s petals drank her blood in,
Till it leaked out through it’s pores,
And laid outspread upon its surface,
Pulsing at it’s core.
Blessed to see her own beauty,
Which dwelled within her heart,
The petals as velvet as her cheek,
She kissed, part by part.
Then finally with one full breath,
She faintly whispered the words,
True love is as a passing gale,
It seldom is returned.
Then the light of life had left her eyes,
Leaving still a gleam of love,
Like an olive branch floating on water,
With the peacefulness of a dove.
Soon sunlight came streaming though the leaves,
And the morn blush widened into day,
And the lover had found the once barren rose plant,
With the reddest rose at its display.
And so he picked with hopeful ardour,
Her love, her heart and soul,
And didn’t notice her pale motionless corpse,
He only saw the beauty of the rose.

WhiteRose
Member Elite

since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

1 posted 2002-10-15 08:42 PM

What a story, what a poem. It's incredible!!

regards2you
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since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

2 posted 2002-10-15 08:50 PM

Wow! Unbelievably beautiful story.
Amazing! Thank you, what a treat!
Warm Regards,
Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

majnu

Senior Member

since 2002-10-13

Posts 1088
SF Bay Area

3 posted 2002-10-15 09:23 PM

an amazing fable. you make one hell of a case for living up to a burdensome last name.

wow.

btw, do you mind if i save and keep this?

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

4 posted 2002-10-15 09:24 PM

This is like a most beautiful story

Cold hands means a warm heart

TriXter
Member

since 2002-03-20

Posts 112
The One

5 posted 2002-10-15 09:26 PM

enjoyed

The man of few words...

Gabriel Frost
Member

since 2002-08-15

Posts 216
Between midnight thoughts

6 posted 2002-10-17 08:14 PM

Thank alot for all your comments, and taking the time to read such a long poem!

This writing is a very symbolic piece, it symbolises, the pain and sacrifice that goes into alot of my writing, hence the sadness, yet hopefullness.Also it symbolises the pressures i have been through in life which i believe helps to mould my character for the better.Lastly, it symbolises the apparent rule in my life thus far, that true love is seldom returned; the one who loves is often overlooked in the eyes of the admired.
Btw.
I'd be glad if you want to save it, be my guest.

FuzzyFrazzledFraggle
Member

since 2002-09-20

Posts 155
Fraggle Rock

7 posted 2002-10-23 01:41 AM

Consider yourself fuzzed

FuzzyFrazzledFraggle
Member

since 2002-09-20

Posts 155
Fraggle Rock

8 posted 2002-10-23 01:41 AM

I'm still having that moment!!

Consider yourself fuzzed

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