The demon's kiss [Ottava rima]

by Goth marionette   May 20, 2009


Forsaken in their arms, away,
Those crows, covering the sunlight,
I was to be a warrior, instead of my decay.
Abruptly all vanished out of my sight,
But him, pointing at me, with words, unspoken,
With the approach, the walls kept on enclosing.
On the knees he stood with pride,
It felt like he was the groom and I was the bride.
Seconds passed as years in silence,
A lord, I saw, in black, of a pagan beauty.
To his whispers, my soul surrendered in credence.
A look of desire got into me, which was snooty.
In a fatal seduction, I've waited for the demon's touch,
Sweet and painful, we couldn't stop its magic.
He got away from me to burn, it was the kiss.
Don't know he's done it for love, salvation or bliss.

Ottava rima is a form of verse stanza consisting of eight lines rhyming abababcc, usually employed for narrative verse but sometimes used in lyric poems.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Acoustic Odyssey

    Beautifully dark! I loved the darkness in your words, these dark images were absolutely brilliant! And the form was different, and you definitely nailed it. Amazing work!
    Take care

  • 9 years ago

    by Fran

    Atmospheric and chilling. Superb!

  • 10 years ago

    by Sourav

    Liked the darkness of the poem. Flow is good too. Well done!

  • 10 years ago

    by Phantasmagoria

    This was fairly lyrical
    i liked the style, it was very much unlike anything i've heard of or read previously.

    Forsaken in their arms, away,
    Those crows, covering the sunlight,

    To his whispers, my soul surrendered in credence.

    these were my favourite lines....the imagery was good and crows have very much symbolic meaning here