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« Reply #20 on: 07 August 2005, 18:55:45 »

well i wrote this today with the influence or heavy rain, Diorama and Diary of Dreams XD. it's a very personal piece for me so i would appreciate if some of you would take some time to comment a bit on it. please!! :)

INFREQUENTIA


Shout to me, eerie wind!
Only a trembling echo returns…
Come forth to me, entwined by frost,
I need to feel those wistful arms of serenity…

The sky utters weeping its maddening wither
As the sun has forced his rays upon it for so long…
Yet dry clouds still flee among the ardent glow
For stars to come it will abolish the frail astral light…

As it is my soul; a wreck laying alone in silence
My heart’s ache drips through the salty tears which these eyes spill
And yet no loss has touched it
No deceptions or occult passions drift along its dry blood…

Hollowness may show comfort but hurting more than common pain
Those mistakes still pressure
As does the cold rain which adorns me
Water moistening the fusion of joy and wrath blistering within…

The flood now dwells deep in the concrete blocks
Grey clouds cover the murderer of coldness,
Opening my arms widely…
“Come! Strike me with your merciless spears
Cast your abhor upon me!
Sear me through my weakness!

Yet I cannot help feeling this shredding emptiness
Desire, lust, greed, dismay… nothing can touch me
The strings sing doleful chants
Of Solitude!

No! I will not weep!
I cannot shatter my beauteous delirium!
I cannot open myself to this blind massacre!
Dreams may twist, screams may echo in the void…
…of my spirit…
Yet I’m still free to face my dreadful sins
For the rain has adorned me!

How can darkness be so deep and yet so full of brilliance?
How can a sound be so oppressive and yet so deadly silent?
How can a soul be this filled with adoration and yet this hollow?!

Ah, sweet rain! Pour deep into my limbs
Fill my desolated soul!
Fill my senses with disregard!
I need no warmth, no love, no soothe…
                                                            … or do I?

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waiting for comments! :P
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« Reply #21 on: 14 August 2005, 09:31:27 »

Zeraphine i like so much your composition, so melancholic...this part I love:

Ah, sweet rain! Pour deep into my limbs
Fill my desolated soul!
Fill my senses with disregard!
I need no warmth, no love, no soothe…
… or do I?


lovely...i like how you use words and verbes...wonderful!


Angellore, the "angel theme" is always the most magician and misterious...very well, good work...the latin part should be right, especially if you take this from one that exists...
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« Reply #22 on: 17 August 2005, 09:16:10 »

mh mh great work again, Angellore...so frail and lost... ^_^
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« Reply #23 on: 17 August 2005, 10:05:57 »

@Scarlet and Angellore thank you for your regards!!!

@Angellore... wonderful poetry!  i love both poems! you have a unique talent! congratulations :)

*funny fact: i wrote a poem with Reminiscence as its title a week ago too :lol:
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« Reply #24 on: 17 August 2005, 10:07:15 »

post it Zeraphine!!!!
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« Reply #25 on: 17 August 2005, 10:09:02 »

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i will when i'll copy it in a notepad. come to think of it going now :D
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« Reply #26 on: 17 August 2005, 10:11:58 »

okkei zeraphine, i'll be waiting for your poetry!!


so my last one:

Born from a Fallen Angel


Under a pale fullmoon
Angel’s wings getting wet
The moisture of thy bog of morality
Shivers through the feathers
Shame through the eyes
It drips like tears of innocence

She hugs her dirty infant
Covered by a blanket of sins
She is bleeding drops of sorrow
And they wash her dignity away

Lullaby for a filthy secret
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Escape from thy wretched life
This silent mourn is for thee
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Born from a fallen angel


She holds her son like the blossom of sins
Kissing the tragedy lies within
Dressing a burial gown
Sewn with feather and pain
Shining thy pearls of mourn
Precious thy ruby of blood

Crowned with this painful jewels
She crawls the path of oblivion
Gripping her sin in her lap
Falling into a prolix sleep

Lullaby for a filthy secret
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Escape from thy wretched life
This silent mourn is for thee
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Born from a fallen angel


She closes her eyelids
Dreaming visions of death
They get so dark and terrifying
Screaming at the corner of her mind
The scaffold of her guilt
From afar is shining bleak

Child waning at the fullmoon
A wolf that smells the scent of blood
Mourning the once beloved
Dying for her useless salvation

Lullaby for a filthy secret
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Escape from thy wretched life
Thy silent mourn is for thee
Thou will pay for me, my dear
Born from a fallen angel

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« Reply #27 on: 17 August 2005, 10:46:45 »

@Scarlet... beautiful poem! or should i say lyric? :) i love your use of language and the theme! very original! greatly done!

as for mine...

REMINISCENCE

Dreams were perished by nothingness
Life was drained through my desire to weep
For that which I never touched;
No strength, no cares, still my soul is hollow,
A void with no entrance yet willingly opened.

Shed tears of laughter in my front and I will follow!
Yet the dread lies inside,
The lonesomeness feeds my desire to love,
Leaving my soul mourning for… nothing…

These words I scribe seem vague, with no consistence,
Yet my mind dreams of them,
My inside reveals itself through them,
To cherish hope still without faith…

I’m tired of lamenting my senseless drama
Which drips out of my frail remembrance.
For as birds long for shelter in the middle of cold rain,
And as flowers search for shade in the merciless desserts,
I seek for sun, that sun which could warm my back without burning it,
That sun which could brighten my foggy eyes!

And you appeared…

My most cherished dream and yet my most frightful nightmare…
A touch of you would erase the dismay.
A touch of you would abolish forever my frozen will.
Yet I cannot seem to help adoring you as that first moment,
That first embrace…

My body still feels your arms in the middle of frost-bitten cold.
My eyes still see your face in the light of fading stars.
I cannot help remembering the loss of that fevering love which homogenized us,
That passion so full of innocence…

I wish not for you to return!
I wish not to remain with your reminiscent image in my mind!
Fill my memory with abhor!
Murder all my traces of hope!
Finish the dread you have summoned in me!

I do not need to live within ashes.
I will not feel what I fear.
Goodbye!

This sheet of paper does not deserve to be stained with useless confusion.
The false tears I have spilled will slowly drift away
Till my soul will remain completely vacant,
And away from you!

No dreams will be filled with your figure!
No strings will play the melody of loss!
You are far gone!
Farewell, my lost love!  



some comments would be gladly received :)
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« Reply #28 on: 17 August 2005, 19:34:40 »

thank you Angellore :wub:

Zeraphine your last post is so good!!! Melancholic and sweet at the same time....bittersweet...you have a great vocabulary, somtime s i had to use the dictionary because i don't know all the words...splendid! :)  :)  :)  :)  :wub:  :wub:  :wub:  :wub:  :wub:
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« Reply #29 on: 18 August 2005, 04:43:28 »

@Scarlet... thanks!!!! :D :D your words are deeply appreciated!
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« Reply #30 on: 18 August 2005, 22:51:46 »

Cuople poems from me.

DEAD WINTER

Sweet descending from above,
Tears of God, quiet in pain,
Brings us sorrow, all in vain,
To whisper soothing words of love.

My heart burns with anger,
Winter storm vows my maind,
Withered beauty, radiant skies,
Dusk drawns hither and fills your cries.
With pain…

Such a glorious cry,
(In my heart)
Wondering where and why,
(I try)
This winter spreads decay,
(To be)
Takes the beauty away…
(Sane…)

Pain whispers bleeding promises of sorrow,
Yet, we stray in nameless hands of tomorrow.

We stand alone in storm of life,
But we never ceased to strife.

Nor pain, nor tears,
Nor vain, nor fears,
Can take, this winter,
Away, from my,
Suffering…

Don not be affraid…



THE VAIN OF LIFE

Vanity and pride,
Cruely set my soul aside,
Cheerfull laughter abandoned me,
Through the memories now I see.

Horrid dreams and vivid screams.



REUS

Exspecto mors,
Sine causa,
Exspecto iudicium,
Proditor.

Unum factum et unum ironia,
Ecce me in frigidus carcer,
Claudo, amputo, turpis,
Quae maximus maleficus.

Omnes ob proditor,
Non possum vidi mei felicitas,
As suus frustra.

Nunc exspecto mors,
Quam proditor.



Let me hear (or see perhaps) your comments, please.

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« Reply #31 on: 19 August 2005, 08:04:40 »

Tyr, i really apreciate your work, i love rymhed composition...good!! :)  :wub: The one in latin sounds good...only one thing: "As suus Frusta" maybe it's "Ad (o AB) suus frusta"...because i don't understand AS...perhaps i'm wrong...can you explain to me???
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« Reply #32 on: 19 August 2005, 10:24:52 »

@Tyr... very good poems! the first poem is very well rhymed! the second as well... and the latin one was beautiful as well! (from what i could understand lol).

now for an old... i wrote it, lets say, 3 months ago. it's more like a prose/poem since it speaks a story. it isn't anything special and i hope its length won't scare the readers lol.

SOOTHING CHANTS OF AEON…
                                     
…WHEN WARMTH REACHES APATHY
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As a trembling black figure he appears in late dusks
With no life in his weary eyes he stares in the horizon
Dark flows deep into his weakened veins
As the ashes of mortality are slowly fading…

The sphere of everlasting life has embraced his soul
His heart has been struck by mechanical beating
The torpor of his eyes grows stronger as days pass
As his pale silky skin ceases to be filled with blood…

He wanders through the bleak streets, alone at night
Searching for scarlet to feed with
He shan’t spare even a helpless child
For his heart is not filled with compassion anymore…

He fears nothing, not abhorrence, nor love…
His core may weep for the one he once was
Yet his consciousness has lost connection with his heart
His quest now is to kill with brutal cruelty…

He could not cease to drink and drink
For his mind was only filled with uncontrollable desire
Yet he did not know the day will come when his hunger would not reach its fulfillment
He awaited for more and more victims but the next he would encounter would warm his blackened heart….

On a clear autumn evening Celeste went for a walk under the crystalline moon
The trees revealed a portal guiding her path
Her beauty was reflected in the gloom of the playful leaves
As she wandered without a certain destination through the night…

Suddenly their sights encountered themselves
She sat there and looked deep into his reddish eyes
Astonished by his perfection she could not turn
Her heart was dominated by supreme adoration

His presumptuous ways did not haunt her but released a lethal attraction
His sins pled for her blood yet she did not feel the urge to avoid him
He had put a spell upon her; she could not escape his voluptuous figure
For her flesh also entreated his forged warmth
   
Her white silk dress was carried by the wind
And her fair hair was adorned by fallen autumn leaves
Yet he was not touched by her dazzling beauty
He walked towards her slowly seeking for her throat…

She was still possessed by utter fascination
Though she knew he could not feel her love
She felt no fear, she awaited for her death
For she knew she would fade entwined by her enchanter

…and his arms embraced her shivery body
He felt her heart pounding as he had never felt before
He then looked into the depth of her dark brown eyes
As he drank the salty teardrops on her trembling face…

She turned her neck towards him
And with no resentment she said…
Come!
Drink my blood!
Cease my pain of knowing thou art an eternity away!
End my life with the supreme peace of knowing it shalt fade in thy gentle arms…


Hearing her words he spilled a teardrop
A teardrop which he had never wept before
A teardrop which warmed his frozen heart…
No!’ he said, ‘I cannot end thy life!
I cannot kill thee with such cruelty!
Thou have showed me feeling still exists…
Love still lurks in a corner of this ashen soul
The beating of thy heart I have never felt…
The beauty of thy profound eyes I have never seen…
I cannot drink thy blood as the monster which I am
For my lust cannot reach thee!


She turned her eyes towards him
And without a single thought she kissed his bitter lips
Once he felt her soft touch
His heart awoke for its first beating in thousands of years…

Yet his throbbing could not dominate his uncontrollable urge to destroy
That execrable hunger which kept him alive…
Without abstention he pierced her silky lips with his fangs
Drinking all the life out of her limbs…

But as he reached the final drop his heart beat once more
And he stopped.
She closed her eyes mourning of dolorous pleasure
As he awaited for her final and eternal return

Her white silk dress had become a black velvet cape
Her long fair wig had fallen to make room for ebony hair
Her pale skin enriched with life had turned to white
As her deep brown eyes transformed into mirrors of the night…

She laid senseless in his arms
As he stared at her soulless body
His torments were unbearable and still he hoped
He hoped for his eternal life to be enlightened with the love he had never felt before…

Suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at her new born being
Her beauty was no longer enchanting but somber
Her skin was no longer soft nor moistened but rigid and pale
She turned her back and looked towards the moon…

Never again will I see the light of the sun’ she said
For its rays would kill me with a solely touch
Never again will I dare to face human beings
For their abhor would shatter me with a single splintered word
My eyes will only see dark
And my hunger will only plead flesh…

He went towards her and embraced her softly
He could not bare her suffering while his heart pounded with emotion
For he did not know who she would become…

My sweetest I regret profoundly my greedy deed…
Celeste turned towards him while caressing his lips with her fingertips
Though she felt hollow for becoming a monster
She was kept away from apathy because of him…

‘Twas his eyes which she wanted to see for eternity
‘Twas his utter face she wanted to stare at in the everlastings
For she knew his body would give her the warmth she urged for…

My beloved’ she said ‘do not regret thy deed
For thou have not brought misfortune…
I may not stand daylight
And I may not dare to face human beings
But ‘tis thee I want to live infinity with
‘Tis thy arms I need to feel comfort and warmth
Thou have not cursed me but adorned me with delight…


With these being said she kissed his soothing lips
As he embraced her with all his force
‘Twas this kiss which had united them for eternities to come
‘Twas this night when their romance through immortality had begun…

And as they got lost through the mists of autumn rain
Early dawns carried them in the eerie winds of forever…


i'd love to read some comments so if you'll have some time on your hands please read it and state some opinions :)
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« Reply #33 on: 19 August 2005, 15:16:00 »

OH MY GOD WHAT A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL COMPOSITION!!!![/size]

Vampires...mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....:wub:  :wub:  :wub:

"Searching for scarlet to feed with" ..................MEEEEE MEEEEE PLEASE!!!!!

Zeraphine i'm atonished...great word, great structure...it reminds me a videogame i don't know if you ever played at "VAMPIRE, BLOODLINE - LA MASQUERADE -"...

In your masterpiece, I see Ann Rice whit her Lestat, I see Cradle of Filth and Bram Stoker!!

Zeraphine it's my favourite, (better than mine "the dark gift"  :lol:  :D  :P eheh), i'll save it and maybe i make a drawing of this story... :wub:  :wub:  :wub:  :wub:
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« Reply #34 on: 19 August 2005, 18:01:28 »

@Scarlet.... wow thanks so much for your comment!! i wasn't expecting such kind regards! i'm glad you liked it so much! if you'll draw something don't hesitate to post it!! :D :D THANK YOU!!!
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« Reply #35 on: 20 August 2005, 21:22:36 »

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Tyr, i really apreciate your work, i love rymhed composition...good!! :)  :wub: The one in latin sounds good...only one thing: "As suus Frusta" maybe it's "Ad (o AB) suus frusta"...because i don't understand AS...perhaps i'm wrong...can you explain to me???
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I'm sorry but I haven't noticed that I wrote it wrong.
It is "ac" not "as".
Probably writing mistake. :rolleyes:

And that means "and" or "yet" or perhaps "but".
Slavic gropu of languages has some certain words that cannot be translated in either language in the world but those words are so simle. It just means "a" in my language.

Any way, thank you for your comments. :D
I appreciate it very much because I don't like to share my work much because I'm a little, let say affraid of the reactions.

Thank you. :D

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« Reply #36 on: 20 August 2005, 21:24:54 »

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@Tyr... very good poems! the first poem is very well rhymed! the second as well... and the latin one was beautiful as well! (from what i could understand lol).

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I almost forgot.
Thank you also for your comments and I'll read you song later and give my comment later becuase it it quite long and I usually study literature works for a longer time.
That's my job, by the way. :)

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« Reply #37 on: 20 August 2005, 22:12:31 »

Since you were great public (even though not in a great number, but smaller and good audience is better than bigger and bad) I decided to put two more.

I still hope for some good comments. :D


First one was made after reading Poe's "Ligeia".
The other one just came up put of nowhere. :rolleyes:


ROSE FOR THE DEAD

Approaching the altar where dead people lye,
Watching the others as they try to cry,
Tears of sorrow and remembrance for thee,
They are just pretending, I can see.

Your body lying on the bed of roses,
And your soul in vain upon it closes,
Dressed in white, your silhouette rise,
Through gracious light your beauty shine.

Snow white skin in the dawn of night,
And the lenghtening shadow in the mist of light,
Your eyes still burning in the rage of life,
Fighting in coffin subsonscoius endless strife.

Bowing my eyes in respect for the dead,
And throwing the rose on your finally bed,
I couldn't watch shadow of death arrive,
Sweet sorrow, they had buried you alive.


ESCAPE FROM DELIRIUM

Darkness surrounds you, a strange place,
Visions fearful and funny, a delirium trace,
Shapes of horror, machines of pain,
Try to run away, try to stay sane,
Out you run, out you hide,
But it follows you, it's your guide,
This nightmare, this mind dreaming,
It's always there, and it makes you go screaming,
Escape, run, follow the path,
Do anything to hide from the wrath,
Of the delirium that haunts you day by day,
Of the nightmare that always makes you pay,

The price of being sane!
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« Reply #38 on: 21 August 2005, 13:43:17 »

Rose For The dead is good!!! ;)
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« Reply #39 on: 21 August 2005, 17:58:21 »

@Tyr... very good poems! Rose for the Dead is brilliant! i like the fact that the rhyming doesn't take of the emotion. it feels natural, as if you were concentrating on the emotion more than rhyming, something which you did, i believe. the second is weaker but still very good! waiting for more!!

and now another prose/poem, as i like to call them. the first one i ever wrote. i only have this one and "Soothing Chants of Aeon..." and since Scarlet liked the forementioned so much i'll post this one too! it's not about vampires btw :P


FRAIL ENCHANTRESS OF DECEMBER WAVES


On a fair winter night in freezing cold and bleakness
A heart was brutally battered with the harshest wound  
A heart so pure, so fragile…as frail as a blossoming orchid
Was withering slowly and faithlessly in the shade of that dreadful sight
She saw him with another…another he loved more
She, then, felt her sanity collapsing for her love was to be killed
And yet still living…
She was on the barrier between life and evanescence
The abyss was deep and too cold to stand
And yet her heart still felt; it felt emptiness.
Her hollow soul was taking over the warmth she had left
While spilling her final drop of light reddish blood
She walked along the river while fighting the war inside her
Condemned to live in sorrow she wasted all her thoughts on feelings too complex for her own mind
Suddenly a whisper; a warm breath she felt
Ovidius saw her weeping and asked:

My fair lady what is wrong?
Which wind spread the ashes in your tormented soul?
Which shade covered the pale light in your heart?
What sin corrupted your sane thought?


She then turned her face towards him
And showed him her deep blue eyes
The anxiety that filled his heart was overwhelming
He once fell for her smile and he would now fall for the nostalgia of her sight even more…

Dear Ovidius’, she said, ‘my heart has been broken into millions of pieces
And each one of them has been lost
I cannot feel nor think lucidly
For my mind is as this tempest in the late dawn
The confusion and the bruises have blocked my feeling
And filled my spirit with uncontrollable resentment
To see, to hear, to smell…such beautiful dreams…
Yes! For me they are dreams for my senses have disappeared
And hope is only an illusion, a dreadful sin
Which I cannot control even if my heart does not exist…
                   ….no more
!’

And so her eyes filled with tears once again
As the futile love in her soul revived
She fell in a deep melancholy and remembered
The beautiful moments she had lived and lost…

I saw him there, embracing her,
My mind was adorned with dreadful thoughts
I imagined him kissing her bitter lips
While my heart was beating for him
And my eyes were full of tears
When I heard him spell “I love you!”


As she spoke these very words thunder and lighting struck
The storm of her spirit was coming to life
The tears she had spilled were dropping one by one out of the gray sky
While drowning the sorrow in her sight…

Oh my dear’, he said, ‘do not feel sad
And do not spare the darkness that fills your heart
For your eyes do not deserve the color of the night
You are as pure as the moon which shines
Even if its brightness is eclipsed by the dark clouds
Do not let your beauty to be abolished by the bleakness you feel
For your arch lover does not deserve your fall!


Corruption, destruction, an endless fight
A dream as evil as it is alive
A dreaded sin I feel growing has erased my mind
I can still see the anxiety in her eyes…
Her poisoned laughter had unleashed my aversion
I couldn’t speak but hear their words
And ‘twas those words which made me break apart…


She, then, left slowly with Ovidius to her back
She ran away for she knew she had nothing to offer but hollow words
Hollow words which described only her hate towards life
She came across the ocean, its salty water called for her…
She walked and walked, she couldn’t stop…
The eerie wind burned her hair to ashes and spread them in all parts
The waves were passing through her without stopping her lethal journey
The water was getting deeper and colder but she felt calmness more and more
Then the wings of divinity embraced her
She felt the comfort of not feeling
As the water flooded in her very body her breath was weak
She sank in the tears she alone had spilled
For the one she thought she loved was the one whom threw her in the nightmare she lived

Ovidius came running but lost sight of her
He stared in all parts until he found a piece of her angelic white dress in the horizon
He than rushed and fought with the restless water
He caught her hand and pulled her body out of the hungry waves
But alas her doom had already reached her
He laid there with her body in his hands…weeping…

My frail enchantress…you have left me without saying farewell
Without speaking of your immense wound
You gave your soul for that treacherous fool whom did not deserve even your very voice to hear
What an irony… your beauty still shines yet your body is soulless
‘Twas your eyes I fell for, ‘twas your angelic smile which poisoned me
I have always cherished you but from the dark
Your lips had the color of a thousand scarlet roses
And with your pale skin could not compete even the smoothest silk
Why were you so foolish as to take your life?
Where is your smile, that spark in your eyes, now that I’ve found the way out of your shade?
I shall weep until my death, until our righteous re-meeting
When our hearts will join to speak with the truth…


He than gave her the final and only kiss
The elixir which united him with her forever
He threw her in the merciful waves with tears in his eyes
Uttering his final farewell through the dreadful thunder which struck

Good bye my frail enchantress…
For this is what you are
And what you shall always be
A mistress of the night, a phantasm seeking for that human warmth
Which has transformed you into a ghost of a tempest…
Good bye frail enchantress of December waves!


ok so i sort of ripped off Morten in the title but i am allowed to inspire myself right? :P
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