by Cooper   Feb 18, 2008

***Question your heart, indeed ... yet never the desire within it.
Written for contest by GothicVampyress***

Oh dreary dawns,
of black feathered swans,
painting myself in her kisses
of stygian ruby,
dripping like blood incessantly
unto stars.

All seems motionless in
dancing between silver lights;
twilight and frigid,
as cold as lost lover's lips.

without lament.
yet never would I sing upon her grave;
with broken lilacs I script an epitaph
meant for angels,

Byronic I've ever become,
grotesque shades;
from heartache
past and new,
from winter's rueful winds blew,
darkening the skies beyond my doorstep
with somber tears.

Love me not for the man in this stainless glass tomb.

Prayer for the thorn that I am,
within the bloodstream of love;
I feel the fires from December nights,
remember and regret our bodies (like needle and thread) displayed in the clouds,
oh haunted ever I am,
by your beautiful shadow.


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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Amazing... I'm speechless.
    Breathtakingly written, with amount of overwhelming emotions within every stanza. Superb, remarkable piece. You are always able to impress me with your writes and this one is not an exception. Fantastic poem, so original.
    I can't chose my favorite part, every stanza holds truly touching, deep feelings and vivid descriptions. Your wording is superb, too.
    Keep writing!

  • 16 years ago

    by Lenny

    Wow. Thats beautiful, what imagery, what emotion! Reminds me how out of practice I am :p
    Good vocab too. Just one line bothered me dear,
    "from winter's rueful winds blew,
    darkening the skies beyond my doorstep
    with somber tears."
    perhaps remove with....it'd make a lil more sense then, atleast to me. But I'm being picky!!!!! Loved it :)

  • 16 years ago

    by TwistedAngel xx

    Simply beautiful
    not much more I can say
    except for well done