The splattered blood across the scene
Is painting wraiths upon her pallor
The nectar of her life pooling out
Trickling with the steady sands of time
Causing her to fade to winter
The fireplace within long since extinguished
Her mouth agape in prayer half spoken
Cut to an end by the cold slide of steel
Unblinking glass staring at the end of all things
The windows to eternity now closed from the frost
In the abandoned house where a lively soul once dwelled
Gracing her lips with one last whisper
To invite her wandering spirit back
Just left with the bitter tang of rejection
For she was tempted to his bed
And now lies within death's embrace.
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Author:
Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2017 08:01
- Comment from author about the poem: This didn't start out so dark I swear. It just kind f got taken there. Whoops. Ah well.
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Comments2
Beautiful dark writing. Truly poetic words. Enjoyed reading very much.
Thank you!
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