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| Open Poetry #43 |
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Samhuinn |
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Veni Mortem Junior Member
since 2008-07-31
Posts 43 |
“The fourteen year old umbilical cord… Kept in a chest, buried under the floorboards… It now begins to stir… Necrophagous hordes, repelled by the stench… Unwilling to die a day too early… They flee from the sudden movement…” Removed from the chest… A heart or a hope? Indigenous fear and a war-torn dress Scorned blood of a cloth, tears composed all alone Yet they’re still not dried, after four foul years And a decade of decay, with a promise undone So a circle is portrayed of a thin, red dust Five lines and a hymn for a Lord, unknown And a curse, muttered softly, by a thousand kings Passed down, through a book, to this still small girl Kept away, and alone, in the creaking of her rotting home In disgust, in despair, desperate acts are made Her lament for forgiveness, sentenced now to life In a hell. Self created, self-sufficient. And a dimming star, wished upon. Watch it die without a thing fulfilled… “Hopeless…?” As the leaves plummet from the summit Of the trees, now black with sorrow Ancient texts are read aloud Enshrouded in a hovering gloom Her lips are dry and cracked Without a pause, she quotes the scripts And at the ending of this book There lies a grim foretaste of death No longer can she suffer through The pain the world has given her “Why…?” Though she may be filled with hatred See the pages all are stained with tears This sorrow of no one to love… “…Shall spread to everyone…” Abandoned as a child… She was forced to live her life alone Her origin unknown To the vicious world around her. All the parents told their stories Of that evil girl without a past “A child without a mother Born from devils, plague and dust.” And their offspring listened closely “Do not play with that peculiar girl. You wouldn’t want to touch a thing so strange, Deranged, a range of dangers.” Yes, condemned she was By all the children and adults alike Her haunting golden eyes were feared and scoffed Her heart was pulverized She didn’t want to give it in She didn’t want to change to what they called her… “No… I’m not… I’m not evil…” But the hate intensified And all her fears, they multiplied… Until there was no single moment That she didn’t wish they all would die Within her hands, between her teeth Beneath her feet, she prayed to God: “I beg of you… give me the strength… I want to see them all removed… I do not want your childish hands to touch their fate! Deliver them to me…” Yet there was no hope she could find And nothing in this world for her The only thing she had was hatred And her rotting home… Through all the pain and loneliness She forced her way through every day And wept through every night The anger welling up inside But then one eve she found her hope A visitation deep within a dream A demon stood before her Tall and ominous… She gazed upon it’s wrinkled, withered, Shriveled face in awe and wonder Questioning just what it was And why it showed itself to her “The fourteen years of pain and growth My heart is buried with my hope… And death is all I wish for… not of me but of the world, you see…” The creature grinned, and as it did It’s face did crackle, like a splitting tree It spoke, “I know the thing you want And I can give that gift to you…” It chuckled… “All you have to do… is ensure that you belong to me And when your time has come… you will let me keep your soul…” Oh, the child did not take time to ponder Without wait, she answered: “No, The Lord is not my father… So then, why should my soul go to Him? My soul belonged to no one, yes, but now belongs to you.” So with a nod, she did accept the offer And without a moment lost She was uplifted from her dream… “Reborn…” The book is closed, left in the rain The severed cord creates a stain On the floor of her rotting home… It inches and it grows Fourteen years and the fermentation… The knowledge and will, but without the strength Until now… The world that shunned her… “shall never be forgiven…” “The day has come…” “On this lovely night… when The Line is faded deep And there is no separation of the living and the dead… When the moon’s four eyes are open wide And peering through the starburst sky The devils walk the earth and cry Requiring a name… So hear me through this thinning Line I give you substance with your pain I now invite you to this realm Existence through your titles… This now becomes a night of feasting! Shed your skins and vitalize your might! Devour all the living, Let the world be terrorized. They all forgot your names But I return them all to you…” The cord, it scratches, tears a hole Deep in the soil of the placement of her rotting home… The barrier is torn and the festival begins… The girl, she softly smiles… Five fine lines and a mouth intertwined Thine eyes are aligned with the stars reassigned Enshrined in demise with the sun, supine Declining to the dining with the dead consigned Inclined to break the spline where the buried ones pine And this world shall bow it’s head for thee… [This message has been edited by Veni Mortem (10-29-2008 07:01 PM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Intense Welcome to Passions |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Wow. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Veni Mortem, This is very good work. Happy Samhuinn. Bobby |
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