Upon Her Blackest Shadow Sought

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ma miller
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since 2000-07-11

Posts 806

0 posted 2001-01-06 02:47 PM

       Upon Her Blackest Shadow Sought

            Upon her blackest shadow sought,
            flows the robes of red in droves. Charming her suitors with the
            enticing perfume of her heavy dank darkest folds, they fall as
            infantry mowed. Downed in battle on fields of green, bleeding earth
            swallows their pain and they are gone. Yet their eyes forever seek
            her blackest shadow sought. Them that follow, la femme despair, fall
            into her seduction's trap. Lured gentle butterflies hunting only the
            nectar of love. Then prey fallen into the drowning pool of her
            juices, become wingless and crawling on their worm bellies. Destined
            to be her creatures of submission, yet not forlorn upon her blackest
            shadow sought. Twin lovers attempt trickery to enter her swooning
            lair. Their relentless and intoxicating beauty baits her petals,
            come touch our seeds of purity. Mirrored spawn of heavenly dreams,
            surrounds her fire's sensual flame. Their petting hands rain down
            upon open wounds, healing her scars of sorrow and loveless pain.
         Her wake from the sleep of deepest sleeps, chases lovers
            back into her blackest shadow sought,
            cast by her, the only
                   flower of evil.

            m.a. miller
            01.06.00

            (inspired by Charles Baudelaire's, "Fleurs du Mal")

[This message has been edited by MA Miller (edited 01-06-2001).]

brian madden
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since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

1 posted 2001-01-06 03:07 PM

MA again you are sending shockwaves down my spine, chilly and excellent writing.

There's a feeling of contentment Now that you are here I feel satisfied I belong
inside Your velvet heaven" Depeche mode

ma miller
Senior Member

since 2000-07-11

Posts 806

2 posted 2001-01-06 03:16 PM

thanks for reading Brian ... it's a shame it is so tough to get HTML coding correct for spacing and centering in the limited parameters we have to work with ... if you read again, please refresh your browser ... it may look better ... this is the second of my attempts to tap into a darker side of me ... it's fun and i am swayed, but not yet convinced of its power ... thanks again.

Swamp¤Faeryie
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since 2000-12-04

Posts 393
fairyland....of course;)

3 posted 2001-01-06 11:56 PM

weird. this reminded me of the psychodelic screens they had behind preformers like the stones and janis joplin,the who at monteray pop festivals in the 60's......a terribly iteresting and magnetic poem,it instantly draws you in like "she" does. wow

sammi

"All art is an expression of pain."~John Lennon

BitterSmoke
Member

since 2001-01-02

Posts 54

4 posted 2001-01-07 09:13 PM

Reminds me of... http://www.jwwaterhouse.com/paintings/la_belle_dame_sans_merci.jpg

I did not try too hard to understand for fear of falling.

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