Dark Poetry #3 |
Elegy of a Lonely Fate |
Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
ELEGY OF A LONELY FATE Whatever faith there may be There's scarse left in me Of friend and foe Non followed me here I chose just one And forgot the beloved, loving friends of me But she's flown away too Still I breathe, (silent screams) For what, or whom? There's no-one here Inside these rising walls Down the street Of my love-parade A scar mirage Of a whispering glade: "All this time It's almost like you knew She'd fade inn too, like rime Like the morning dew" I wish to thee Sweet oblivion Behind my weary eyes Come and save me From nothing else if, Then from myself.. And the rhyme, of the glade |
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Dark Enchantress Senior Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 1258meet Morgana |
"Down the street Of my love-parade A scar mirage Of a whispering glade: "All this time It's almost like you knew She'd fade inn too, like rime Like the morning dew"" I thought that this part was just amazing. And the ending was deeply felt in the core of my being.. the idea of being alone and dangerous to yourself is chilling.. and all too real. Hello, Broken. Nice to see you again. Email me sometime if you want to. I'm married to Mr.Metaphor. We make love everyday. [This message has been edited by Dark Enchantress (08-13-2002 11:10 PM).] |
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