Dark Poetry #1 |
Veils Of Shadow |
Veil_Gypsy Junior Member
since 2000-03-27
Posts 44Trapped in Veils of Starlight, and happy to be on my cosmic trail |
Veils Of Shadow In halls were whispers and lies are waiting to be uttered Lives a woman, A governess of the nothing within us all Sitting on a throne of once great kings and they glory shredded about them Of what was there might, Remounts of there past Locks of great remitments of state queens empress alike Are all but threads of her loom With which she weaves the tapestry of sorrow Every misery and woe she has sown To curse the day I ever stepped foot apon her fortress of emptiness Hollow was the way that lead me to her Following blindly the beacon mystic lights I thought I had found illumination Only to be entrapped in my own darkness She looked up at me All the worlds pain had etched at her youth Her eyes gray with emptiness Not an amber of hope was astir in her In a flash of her memory I witnessed all Pandora's Ignorance Ophielas Madness Medra's Sacrifice Eve's deception Mankind's wickedness I was weakend by her bitterness that had stolen my innocent nature I was washed away with all this She screamed as if a disesed monk To leave and to take my self far away from her Even as I obeyed This vision was not removed from me Now veil of shadow engulf me What you call progress I call destruction What you call future I feel its just another session in our pride As often I fade between the masks of joy and sorrow I often feel as if I were condemned to were this woman resides In my inner most chamber of my heart Finding a new fortress to possess within me There is no warmth beneath my winter No calm in my Strom Now I dwell in shadows In halls were whispers and lies are waiting to be told The Experince of survial is the key to the gravity of love....Enigma |
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Veil_Gypsy Junior Member
since 2000-03-27
Posts 44Trapped in Veils of Starlight, and happy to be on my cosmic trail |
I do hope you enjoy this step in to my maddness at times I get depressed in winter and it comes though in my work , I find it very refreshing to get it all out on paper, and this women I call the mother of shadows is a women and her den of sorrows I viset at times , I have learned to let her go it was hard becasue you so often hide behind the pain and the light seems to far off I understand you all and your work , and hope you will enjoy this poem... Love Always The Gypsy..... The Experince of survial is the key to the gravity of love....Enigma |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Welcome to Passions and the dark forum. My God you took us on a wonderful journey. I so enjoyed this. What a vivid world you've created. Simply wonderful, and oh the tales you could share with us!! Great work There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
Welcome to Dark Passions indeed. I really enjoyed this one. And I hope to read more from you. The journeys you can take us on... daniel The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
beautiful, incredible story. great allusions. and such a vivid picture. welcome welcome. looking forward to more/ jannel Dont wake the dead, Wake the dying, Don't change what you've said, Change what you're saying. |
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