GOTHIC

nephilim56

The lonely arch does weep
My tender memories now to sleep
A silent smile on a misted night
A swirling ghost upon your sight.

A poets cape which fell to earth
Slaughtered vows met only mirth
Retracing steps of marbled fright
A staircase that leads to night.

So silent in its hour of time
As if these fingertips of mine
With meloncholy a veil to lay
Over the torment of my day.

The coldness of the stone it cries
Within the sadness of my eyes
A land which the demons watch
The pouring of my heart to touch

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2023 10:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • tattooedreverie

    The underbelly of this poem is not a thought I can express, but I feeling I know. Loss felt through silken fabric is the best way I can describe it. Thank you for sharing.

    • nephilim56

      thanking you for your kind words



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