Faded Mortality

by The Queen   Sep 10, 2012


She roams in the woods
like nomadic beings
where night's black birds
croon

ricocheting
through the deep
feathery trees.

As she glides by the margin
of a still stream
she turns her gaze back to the opaque,
inscrutable darkness
a primitive feeling gilded
down

the nape
of her neck
like the trace of a cold

finger.
Fear.

Standing, ever so charming
on the eerily silent
forest floor
he was wearing
a cloak darker than
midnight

with a pair of owlish eyes.

Then slowly, as if compelled,
she walks forward against a body
so cold.

And like the open grave that shallows lives
her last breath decays on his

mouth.

Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    By far, one of the best dark pieces I've read to date! This poem had me from the start, visualizing a lady in dark clothing, granting me a gothic feeling.. I felt like this was a dark romance almost, very haunting, with the deep nature tones of the night, very breathtaking. It made me feel like the author was talking about deathly spirits, returning to their grave as one. I also felt a dark passion in sense. I love the display of "Owlish eyes" and the ending is mouth dropping... (no - pun intended ha ha) It was just a really awesome way of ending this powerful poem. I may be way off base with my interpretation of this poem, but that is just the feeling I got, and I truly admire this poem!

  • 11 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    This is so amazing! There are so many images I loved! The owlish eyes, cloak as dark as midnight, her last breath decays on his mouth. Totally in awe, beautiful writing. So eerie & makes your skin crawl with anticipation and fear all at the same time. You've wrote a gem here, you should be so proud :)

  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    This was wonderful really pure , I seriously think you should do a second part as in still left in wonder

    Amazing 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Dont tell me you are not the Queen of darkness :) I shall return!

  • 11 years ago

    by Nema

    Myryn I didn't really see you in this poem. I don't know, you'd write passionate poems, I guess I forgot that people like to write about darkness only for a change of light.

    "ricocheting
    through the deep
    feathery trees."
    ^
    I love your using the word ricochet here, thanks for teaching me something new hehe. And how on earth did you come up with feathers and trees together? It kind of made me think of birds and trees as one being. You know, there is a bird named Potoo, he hides in the trees and looks as if the tree and the bird are one thing. You reminded me of that :)

    "As she glides by the margin "
    Margin of a still stream? Girl you're using many unfamiliar metaphors to me, easy easy! :)

    I love your enjambment, I had to read some parts again to understand what you meant by that and how you broke the lines this way. Brilliant My :)

    Shine on~

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