Open Poetry #2 |
Death in the eyes of a Lover |
Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
O, your heart will keen your favor carried in his hand as upon the mighty steed of death he fights the battle of his end 'Return to me!' you scream as he lies upon the dueling field your favor bloodied in his hand Sunset streaks of red red wine bloody bruises in the sky fading clouds of mourning grey echo the few remaining threads of wretched dying breath A wail, a scream as the lance of life loosens from his weakened hand A summons from the hall of grief trembles through your sticken soul and your world quakes in sorrow as the waves on your shores run red ------------------ 'Only the shallow know themselves.' Oscar Wilde. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
An excellent portrayal of grief. This reads like a classic. Very well done. ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely written ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Thankyou both! I thought it might have been a bit depressing actually. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
"Fading clouds of mourning grey." That is absolutely beautiful Severn. And yes it's depressing, but in a "noble Love" kind of way. PS. Metaphors as ever,lie hidden in your hand |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Hello, my friend - so good to have you here! |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Oh Chris - sorry, thanks for your praise!! Means a lot as always. |
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