Wizardly Grief (challenge from Michael)

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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22

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0 posted 1999-09-29 09:11 PM

And there I picked the pretty flowers,
those I planted on her grave.
I dwelled upon my occult powers,
and the love they could not save.

Many demons heed my beck and call,
chained to me by will alone.
Horrific fiends that make the skin crawl,
for her death they will atone.

Inchoate grief at the sky I scream,
unleashing might long held in.
From me power steadily does stream,
borne on the wages of sin.

Once upon a time love kept me warm,
thawing this coldness of soul.
Love's passion feeds this sorcerous storm,
holding chaos in control.

Thickening clouds gather to my spite,
pulled by the force of belief.
Clouds roll blacker than stygian night,
birthing this maelstrom of grief.

My will pulses down each magic strand,
between me and my devils.
Having no choice they heed my command,
ceasing inhuman revels.

Away in fear run those with no Gift,
as demons swarm to my side.
From demons to me frightened eyes shift,
not knowing my wife had died.

With tear blinded eyes I cast my spells,
each a wondrous work of Art.
Demons try to return to their hells,
as my words tear them apart.

Unraveling the threads of their being,
I weave them into the sky.
The unGifted halt in their fleeing,
though keeping a watchful eye.

Disloyal demons will mortar be,
to this spell I do attempt.
For these creatures devoid of pity,
my Lady taught me contempt.

The unquiet earth around her bones,
becomes far more than a grave.
Coalescing into building stones,
the earth itself to my will is slave.

Infusing demons with undead rock,
is taking a massive toll.
Magical backlash and aftershock,
is sure to burnout my soul.

The sorcerous storm becomes ebon fire,
melting stone like it was wax.
Her grave becomes a mighty gyre,
it's substance demonic pacts.

With a final convoluted spell,
the world itself fades away.
Demons are recast in a new hell,
part of her tomb they will stay.

Sobbing for her I fall to my knees,
then gaze at what I have wrought.
My tribute's beauty makes my heart seize,
for beauty's heart I have caught.

It seems different to everyone's eye,
showing the beauty within.
Hollow from pain I let my tears fly,
wetting my cheeks and my chin.

A whispering touch tugs at my arm,
calling flickering powers.
'Tis a female child fearing no harm,
holding my dead wife's flowers.

With elvin smile and nary a word,
this child restored my belief.
Compassion in my heart this child stirred,
easing my wizardly grief.

©1999 DreamEvil

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Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
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1 posted 1999-09-29 09:17 PM

Amazing, Dream. That a work such as this could stem from a "pretty flowers" challlenge. You truly are a DarkLord. btw -
The happy healing ending caught me way off guard...a nice twist.

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Michael Anderson

May Darkness find you all through the day.

caroline
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2 posted 1999-09-29 09:25 PM

I agree with Michael regarding the end...I like it, too, and I wasn't expecting it! Magnificent piece here, Dream.

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The only man worth your tears will never make you cry...

suicidal dreams
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since 1999-09-28

Posts 343
Toledo Ohio USA

3 posted 1999-09-29 10:45 PM

I heard from my friend systematic demise that your good so i decided to check some of your poems and shes right you are good

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Lucie
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since 1999-06-20

Posts 1077
Houston

4 posted 1999-09-30 12:46 PM

I really liked this one.. especially the ending.. you weave a wicked tale DreamEvil!

Christopher

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since 1999-08-02

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Purgatorial Incarceration

5 posted 1999-09-30 02:02 AM

Ever a wonder oh sorceror of evil, you have woven a might spell with this poetic yarn. Hurrah and well done!

Dragoness
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since 1999-08-07

Posts 513

6 posted 1999-09-30 03:50 AM

Fabulous as always brother!

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Set you heart free and your mind will follow.

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

7 posted 1999-09-30 05:57 AM

This is fantastic Soul-bro

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What comes from the heart goes to the heart.
Samuel Coleridge

Systematic Decay
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since 1999-09-15

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That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........

8 posted 1999-10-19 03:20 PM

Wondeful poem, full of agony...deserves to go back to the top.

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"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."
-Billy Corgan-

Walter Poe
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since 1999-10-13

Posts 787

9 posted 1999-10-21 07:26 AM

My kind of poem even considering my own preference for destructive endings
"tis good, tis dark, tis whole"

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Pride of place in the human race goes to one without a trace,
of subtlety style ego or grace for this position, I wish to say, i would be proud as i am greater than any other face in the crowd

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