Wicked Undress

by Elizabeth Ann   Dec 9, 2004



It’s a beginning...where fairy tales are not often but a bearer with a voice to weave a tale, while wearing the wile of her disguise proving without a proud head of a beast.

This masked resonance, denied our born longing founded how its way into our world modern named as lust.

No longer is silence after all this violence proving her depravity after a mad world hid its own desires.

Violence sways as one woman inspires the whole world her audience demands the wicked undressed.

Her war surrenders whence she sees desire so much more than her demons would degrade it, after setting her forever apart from herself and all who would desert its aged denial.

He’s brilliance pacing while she’s beholden, and still she’s helpless as habit whispers of her long depravity. Tired of this possibility suddenly now become creative in a once worshiped impracticality.

She stared longingly for what concedes her crying heart. A beginning sweet intoxication, before a brayed damnation shied forever from this fortune.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Anthony smith

    I believe you have talent after reading this poem. I love that it is unique and unlike the other poems. even though I didn't understand all the words, i think that is what makes it good. Not everybody has the ability to use higher vocabulary. 5/5 - keep up the good work.

  • 18 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Very nicely done, bravo!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    Wow! Amazing work. Nice job:)

  • 19 years ago

    by Danielle

    I love this fantacy-style writing with old english tongue...it really gives a sense of age, and i haven't heard that in a while...great job!

  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Melancholic, sensual, lost. Another wonderful poem, Elizabeth!