Doves

by AngelicDecadence   Feb 2, 2009


Beauty flowing with mist all around,
No one making any sound,
Sorrow brought from the skies above,
In the form of a small dove.

Crimson red brightly shown,
The little creature all alone,
It seems that not one can see,
All the pain that was brought to thee.

The hunter smiles at this catch,
Not known of were eggs now hatched,
Babies left all by themselves,
Their mother set on some shelfs.

**This is meant not in the context it seems, look into it**

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  • 15 years ago

    by AngelicDecadence

    In case no one could understand, this poem is about murder and all that it causes. Not that of a dove, but of a woman. A mother. Its about how a "hunter" (AKA murderer) has found his "catch" (next victim) and has finished his task, but what wasn't shown in the police report would be that the woman was a single mother and had two baby children who were put into a foster system, and forgotten to the world, their mother being their only means of safety. The children will then probably suffer from abuse, being separated, or many other horrible things in the ruined system, but does anyone notice this? No. Because no one notices. No one is there until it's too late.

    (Completely Fictional, but just because the story isn't real, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. It does, I think one of the flaws is that people don't realize.)

    Good day.

  • 15 years ago

    by HvN

    Great ryme, beautiful structure :}