Epitaph

by Armada the Gestalt   Jun 1, 2008


For though I never saw you die I knelt before your grave,
I know you live, I saw you live, I remember what you gave,
Though you cannot, can you my love, you don't recall your name,
I feel you in my arms and yet I know you're not the same.

Am I to be that crimson maid, red flowers in her hair?
Soaked creepers bind,
Those souls entwined,
Yet blank I cannot care?

So many years you waited while I saw and heard nothing,
You sat there with your sorrow like a bird who dared not sing,
I know I may have done some things that I came to regret,
That beast in me that stole my mind yet you could just forget.

Am I to be the one who kills to bring life to this withered ground?
To leave behind,
All in my mind,
So that I may be sound?

So here I am without your voice, your laughter or your smile,
I know I can survive though I'll be dying all the while,
I know it happened once before but not so much like this,
I know you are the one that I shall always truly miss.

Am I to be that crimson maid, red flowers in her hair?
Soaked creepers bind,
Those souls entwined,
Though blank, I wish to care.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Teria

    Wow, you write with such grace ... which I admire almost as much as the poem itself.

    A flawless piece, I found nothing wrong with it. And, the more I read it the more I fell in love.

    This stanza;

    "Am I to be that crimson maid, red flowers in her hair?
    Soaked creepers bind,
    Those souls entwined,
    Though blank, I wish to care. "

    is amazing. I absolutely loved it - perfect ending, perfect wording, perfect everything.

    Keep it up darling.

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