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| Open Poetry #21 |
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Castle Fear |
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Morcastlin Member
since 2002-01-14
Posts 244The Jersey Shore, USA |
Castle Fear On a night all dark and dismal... I, in flight with winds abysmal, Searched for soft and sweet asylum within the walls of Castle Fear; There which I spied the swarthy lord while from his hip hung glory's sword, Yet I could not have ignored his haunted, wide-eyed gaze so clear; For memory's gaunt, ungainly ghost brightly burned his eyes so clear... Still, he did not shed a tear. He glanced at me then turned away, as I chanced not a word to say, I know not to this day why fate brought me to Castle Fear; For I, a drifter, sought relief, even though it would be brief... From the edgy, aching weather -a storm set to breaking near- The storm, so proud and powerful, reminds me that it's time draws near; So, opened the jaws of Fear. The candleglow -a warm amber- lit the way to my guest chamber, Aghast, I sensed a shade's anger, as though my soul became a seer; Open, I pried the oaken door -perhaps to find the lost Lenore- But as before, there stood nothing, 'twas just a darkened room of drear; The chamber all stark and heavy with a heathen's soulless drear... Low, I whispered, "nothing's here." No evidence of flesh and bone, though I know I'm not alone... Oh, I know I'm not alone, my soul does sense a presence here, Something mad with sorrows followed, knowing that the morrow's hollowed; Chilled and shallow is this thought -a thought that leaves me feeling queer- So, I fled the room in haste, escaping from the thought so queer; For I know something is here. I rushed forth along the hall -my thoughts and feelings all a squall- I swore hotly at fate's call, the call that brought me to Castle Fear; And once again I spied the lord -with him his long and heavy sword- Then, I feared we'd have a word... a word I did not wish to hear, "Death," he groaned to me deeply -it was too much for me to hear- "Death to all in Castle Fear." Terrified, purely engrossed, the lord I spied surely was a ghost; Boast of frightful fascinations such as slicing off my ear, Weak and pallid -with whistling breath- suddenly certain to meet my death, As his sword from sheath then severed -the spirit seemed so sincere!- Murderous, he reeked of madness, a sad gladness most sincere... "A slow death to you, my dear!" -To be continued...someday.. *Lenore is in reference to E. A. Poe's "The Raven" from which the form was based. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Bonnie, this sounds so very sad and haunted, sweet friend, this too reminded me of The Raven; it is very haunting and symbolizes a sorrow and incarceration that seems impregnable! (kiss on cheek) I love it, sweet friend, ooohhhhhh...I can't wait to see it continue on, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart sweet Bonnie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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