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song lyrics competition GAVIN FRIDAY, Stations of the cross
Poetry Contest Description
write a tormented love poem
This is yet another competition related to a a song and the song lyrics.
GAVIN FRIDAY became known for his role in the post punk band The Virgin Prunes. He is an avid fan of Eckhart Tolle, poetry, Dantes Inferno, a walking talking breathing contradiction. I just ADORE him. Id love to have a cup of tea with him and babble away about all kinds of topics.
The song Stations of the cross is a tormented love song, its about tragedies and melancholia
And its about that thinnest line between love and hate.conflicts perhaps his own countries conflicts with religion he is from Ireland
He dedicated the track to Sinnead O connor
The lyrics are in the video! The song is best played out loud to hear its full impact
https://youtu.be/F68NB7LIRTw
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Write a tragedy
It doesnt have to be personal
Title your work
It needs to have the themes of Love and Hate
minimum of 60 words
one month
new writes
not explicit, no AI poetry please
"Cimmerian Longing"
Beneath the waning, mournful sky
Where shadows dance and spirits sigh
I lingered long, in sorrow's throes
To mourn the love that darkness chose
Her eyes, like stars, did pierce my soul
And bound me fast, unbroken, whole
Yet in their depths, a tempest brewed
Of love's delight and hatred's feud
O sweet torment, thy cruel guise!
To hold her close, yet hear her cries
For every kiss was laced with pain
Each whispered vow, a phantom's chain
We danced on edges, thin as thread
Where life meets death, where tears are bled
Her touch, a fire, both soft and fierce
Did mend my wounds, yet deeper pierce
I loved her smile, her fleeting grace
Yet feared the specter in her face
A shade of doom, a breath of woe
That clung to her like winter's snow
Was she my muse, my heart's delight?
Or specter born of endless night?
I could not tell, nor dared to see
The line 'twixt love and enmity
For when I held her, close, so tight
Her laughter rang like sorrow’s blight
And when apart, her name would sting
As death itself had clipped my wing
Now shadows claim her gentle frame
Yet still I call her sacred name
Though hate and love do weave their spell
I follow her through heaven or hell
O thin divide, O cruel decree
To bind her soul, yet not to me
For love and hate, in dark embrace
Have carved my heart, have marked my face
Beneath the waning, mournful sky
Where shadows dance and spirits sigh
I lingered long, in sorrow's throes
To mourn the love that darkness chose
Her eyes, like stars, did pierce my soul
And bound me fast, unbroken, whole
Yet in their depths, a tempest brewed
Of love's delight and hatred's feud
O sweet torment, thy cruel guise!
To hold her close, yet hear her cries
For every kiss was laced with pain
Each whispered vow, a phantom's chain
We danced on edges, thin as thread
Where life meets death, where tears are bled
Her touch, a fire, both soft and fierce
Did mend my wounds, yet deeper pierce
I loved her smile, her fleeting grace
Yet feared the specter in her face
A shade of doom, a breath of woe
That clung to her like winter's snow
Was she my muse, my heart's delight?
Or specter born of endless night?
I could not tell, nor dared to see
The line 'twixt love and enmity
For when I held her, close, so tight
Her laughter rang like sorrow’s blight
And when apart, her name would sting
As death itself had clipped my wing
Now shadows claim her gentle frame
Yet still I call her sacred name
Though hate and love do weave their spell
I follow her through heaven or hell
O thin divide, O cruel decree
To bind her soul, yet not to me
For love and hate, in dark embrace
Have carved my heart, have marked my face
Why have you forsaken me?
Dawn of our journey.
We found our path,
an embrace like a first station,
hope in every breath.
Together we walked facing fears
in the sacred spring.
The weight of the cross came
as doubt whispered in the wind.
Our love staggered under its heavy burden.
With each step, the road grew steeper,
yet, we bore the weight
through shared tears and laughter.
We stumbled and fell thrice
in moments of despair.
We rose, driven by the light in our eyes.
Giving strength to carry on and believe in us.
With shoulders to lean on
we found our strength anew.
But the thorns of life pricked deeper
and we bled unseen.
Pain hidden beneath smiles
as our love's crown grew heavy.
Each goodbye a crucifixion,
each kiss a resurrection.
We bore the wounds of betrayal,
the kisses of forgiveness.
As a symphony of passion and penitence.
The final station came,
the end of our shared cross.
With a cry that echoed
our love was crucified.
In the silent tomb,
we laid our dreams to rest.
A requiem for what was
and what could have been.
Now, our path has diverged
as the stone rolled away.
Leaving behind memories,
the sacred relics of our time.
The resurrection, not of us,
but of who we became in the aftermath.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Between the husk and the knoll
What is it about me that makes you glimmer?
My essence; my grace?
I confess, I am numb to you
I simmer in your sparkles as if your endeavour were a prism of mindless refraction
Your colours merely smothering my shade
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot spare any envy to accommodate you
Your outspoken inundation chokes my pen
Strangles my zen
You want my hand— take it
and I will lead you to the meadow
and let you wither between the husk and the knoll
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot entertain your synthetic pose lavishing in the poise of a lover
I cannot fancy your musing about our lives
To me, your ambiance is the artificial glow of a lamplit room
lambent are these stray feelings; their corners and planes lit with your desires
I collect these emotions without hesitance
and let them drip through my fingertips
I am not cold nor cruel
My palms cannot satisfy this overage
What is it about me that makes you quiver?
Is it the beauty you indulge?
Is it the wisdom that you delight?
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I will not glove thy hand with your investments
I am taken; my spirit, enmeshed with another
What is it about me that has fixed your sentiment?
Is it the twist of my actions that is creating this false hope;
these desires that are raw that I’ve unreciprocated
I cannot love you like I breathe in the trees
I cannot absorb you like the sun on my skin
Nor the wind in my hair
We cannot meld like the dust to a butterfly’s wing
What is it about me that airs your station?
Is it the quips of my tongue steadfastly swung
Is it your pliable imagination that makes you sensate in these illusions that create these one-sided relations
I push back not to over-swell your infatuation
I push back to curb your indulgent rumination
What is it about you that fetters my vitality?
It’s this flaw in your context of connection
Your overbearing aura resurfacing mine with stone
I want to be unburdened by your obsession
I want to be the sparrow that never nests in your tree
Cast not a smile for me
For I do not love
My essence; my grace?
I confess, I am numb to you
I simmer in your sparkles as if your endeavour were a prism of mindless refraction
Your colours merely smothering my shade
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot spare any envy to accommodate you
Your outspoken inundation chokes my pen
Strangles my zen
You want my hand— take it
and I will lead you to the meadow
and let you wither between the husk and the knoll
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot entertain your synthetic pose lavishing in the poise of a lover
I cannot fancy your musing about our lives
To me, your ambiance is the artificial glow of a lamplit room
lambent are these stray feelings; their corners and planes lit with your desires
I collect these emotions without hesitance
and let them drip through my fingertips
I am not cold nor cruel
My palms cannot satisfy this overage
What is it about me that makes you quiver?
Is it the beauty you indulge?
Is it the wisdom that you delight?
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I will not glove thy hand with your investments
I am taken; my spirit, enmeshed with another
What is it about me that has fixed your sentiment?
Is it the twist of my actions that is creating this false hope;
these desires that are raw that I’ve unreciprocated
I cannot love you like I breathe in the trees
I cannot absorb you like the sun on my skin
Nor the wind in my hair
We cannot meld like the dust to a butterfly’s wing
What is it about me that airs your station?
Is it the quips of my tongue steadfastly swung
Is it your pliable imagination that makes you sensate in these illusions that create these one-sided relations
I push back not to over-swell your infatuation
I push back to curb your indulgent rumination
What is it about you that fetters my vitality?
It’s this flaw in your context of connection
Your overbearing aura resurfacing mine with stone
I want to be unburdened by your obsession
I want to be the sparrow that never nests in your tree
Cast not a smile for me
For I do not love
Written by Everavalon
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Memory of Pain
- Memory of Pain -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
“Mortuis aeternam in tenebris habitant.
Quandoque sunt surgent a tenebris!
Sed omnia ad redeundem tenebris.”
Sometimes what we long for we get but cannot keep,
For, fates can be cruel and wicked, prone to sadism…
And the dead do not always remain in an eternal sleep.
We are all subject, to the fates’ ever-changing whims!
I had been a knight of an order secretive and so great:
We were, defenders of our fair land, against all devils.
But I had lost my soul’s mate and couldst only berate,
The fates for such a loss, ere I sought out darker wills!
Snow falling down the heights of the great mountains,
Beyond darkest woods of the land beyond the forests…
Melting in the springtime, water falling like tall fountains:
Upon the cold crags and rocks in an elemental incest.
In autumn those heights witness a different cacophony,
For there the dead who are unquiet come to witness…
The necromantic arts performed with rare blasphemy.
Shall I tell of their rites, their fell depravity to confess?
Blood upon the stones, for always the blood is the life!
Brazier flames, kissing the skulls of they not in graves.
Whilst the sorcerers of the mountains work for strife…
Worshipping old gods that can neither damn nor save.
I came to them in another life, to ask them one favor:
Bring back a maiden I loved, taken by death too fast.
They called up her spirit with awful power and fervor,
But she needed new flesh for the spell to actually last.
“Give us, six days”, they said, “to make this happen.”
And in the cave of the dragon, behind the high falls…
Where water roared down far from sight of Heaven,
I stayed to learn their ways, amidst the earthen walls.
I told them how she perished, a suicide and damned,
Forsaken by church and family and all save myself…
She waited for me in Hell, waited for our command:
To bring her forth like a lost book from an old shelf!
The dark ones didst not tell me their entire evil plan,
Only that my love wouldst walk again in a new form.
Then, no pride of priests could, her pure soul damn!
She wouldst be free to be with me on seventh morn.
A week passed thusly, and I became quite anxious…
Warning the fell necromancers that if they failed me,
I wouldst slay them all, even their spirits so noxious.
Such was my own power, which I used judiciously!
At the midpoint of the week, I swore I heard loud,
The sound of a woman weeping, from the waterfall:
Rising up from the depths to touch a distant cloud…
And, it cast upon my spirits an ever-darkening pall.
If they brought her back wrong, I wouldst ensure…
That, blood flowed upon the water, red evermore!
I wanted my beloved to return perfectly and pure…
Yet, I knew it was folly, I knew it to my very core.
It neared the day and the ritual was fully prepared,
Goats were sacrificed, and skulls were anointed…
Whilst within me a sad voice cried out: “Beware!”
But, soon came the day, and that hour appointed.
I was not allowed in the chamber of the dark rite,
And so I waited outside it expecting some horror.
By the time all was over, it was darkest midnight,
When they led me into the room to receive her…
The woman I had loved and lost, in a new body.
But, it was a young girl of eleven years I beheld,
Not the grown lady who shared my very destiny!
I couldst find no words to speak; there, I knelt…
As a child with my love’s voice sang a sad song:
About perishing in a river, confirming my terrors.
This was she, though such a thing was so wrong!
My love lived again, filling me with great cares…
She lived, and those who raised her from death,
I slaughtered unto the last leaving only she and I!
They thought this all a jest, so I took their breath.
The night was black, moonless under starry sky!
Three wives I had after my first’s untimely end…
Each became mother, to my hell-born daughter.
They knew not, it was she the gods didst send…
Back from the grave, from old earth, and water!
As she grew, she became my first love’s image,
Beautiful and perfect as I had wished her to be:
But one day, a day to fill me with undying rage…
She slipped on some rocks by a river, suddenly.
I tried to save her but the water carried her off,
Too quick to do aught about; I tried to search…
All the length of those fast depths cold and soft!
At last I came to a place near some white birch,
And found her crawling out of the river, bloody,
From striking the rocks below the water so oft:
Her beautiful face pale and battered; alas she…
I held her, in my arms; she sputtered, coughed.
My beloved, my daughter, perished that dusk,
Dying a second time by water, by a cruel fate!
I took her back home and we buried her husk:
My third wife and I said bye to my soul’s mate.
In a twisted irony, the only ones capable of aid,
Who couldst hath brought her back yet again…
I had slain, long before, in that old lonely cave!
All as I had left was her memory, and my pain.
I lived not long after her; a foe didst so behead,
My sorrowful form, not many years following…
And, even to this life, I recall with great dread:
The sorrow, my love’s two deaths, didst bring.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Not a new write, and thus likely not eligible for the contest, but this is one of the works I've written that best exemplifies the themes of the contest, that being of love, hate, and tragedy.
Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy
- Faithful Alice: A Lyrical Ghost Story and True Tragedy -
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning. Fire within.
I walk within those flames that rage inside my heart endlessly.
Was I ever that innocent, that pure, that terrified in my youth?
So as to be stricken by the things around me that my eyes see...
Both of this world and others, reminding me of past loves lost.
And past hates remembered, and everything I tried to forget! Pain.
Yet I am forced to remember, things both fair and so uncouth!
That the devil in me may as well hath won its' greatest victory...
Whilst every happiness I enjoy, I paid with in the heaviest cost.
This life was the worst at times, dreary as storms that beset. Rain.
I feel the rain upon my soul and know its' gloom-filled dignity.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
In day and in night, I am haunted by a fair one taken too soon,
Her love is with me still, and she parts never from my side at all...
The accident that claimed her, fair Alice, torments me to my core.
I see her form, feel her touch, hear her voice, know her kisses! Soft.
Yet she lives no more, her ghost my eternal companion; I swoon,
Thinking of that moment of her injury, and of her sadly fatal fall...
Wondering what I could hath done to save her life, whatever more.
Yet her spirit remains so vibrant, a reminder of all her bliss. Aloft.
I am born aloft in those moments when she comes back to me.
Sometimes I hate this world that tore sweet Alice from its' face,
Too soon, too late to save from the ending of such a beautiful life...
People in the world today are too busy with hatreds and with war.
They cannot know what torment a solitary tragedy can bring! Agony.
The loss of laughter, of wonder, of brightness; every perfect grace,
Found in one sweet form that might have become my darling wife...
Until she fell and struck her head, and then she breathed no more.
I held her, I wept, I died myself that day; she could not sing! Worry.
I worried; what will I do without her, my inner voice said sadly.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
We cannot control fate, cannot know when time is come around,
For the endings of things that should never have had any ceasing.
We always think we have forever, and perhaps in a way we might!
For though she sleeps in her grave, 'neath lonely earthen ground,
Her ghost stays at my side out of love, her kindness still pleasing.
One day Alice and I shall walk together into the hereafter's light!
To a heaven just for us even if it be in Hell; where revelry abounds.
And until then, our love remains as it once was, ever faithfully.
Faithful Alice, I remain not abandoned after all I've been through,
I remain not abandoned, because of thee; thy love is the greatest.
A maker of miracles, a whisper in shadows, and a kiss in the dark.
The night is our time, and in it you come to me, dream come true,
Beyond midnight's hour, thy power eases my bitterest loneliness.
We dance and we sing, we play and we whisper whilst dogs bark,
In the late hours before the scornful sun comes, and skies are blue.
My ghostly lover, I crave no other but thee; thou art all, to me.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
I need not the day's harshness when in the night we come alive!
What is sunlight to the dead, which in such light need not thrive?
My body may breathe, my blood may be warm, but I cannot strive,
To live in a mockery of what I once was, to pretend I remain alive.
If I hate the world's evils, but love one pure soul, that is enough...
To remind me that there yet remains within me the purest of love.
You bring it out, you make it live, even when things become tough.
Alice, sweet Alice, breathe life into me and let that life be enough.
Mend what was broken, let thy kisses be the token of salvation!
I want no other heaven than thy company, nor any other nation...
Where humans congregate, if you are not in it to bring jubilation,
To my lonely heart, to my fallen soul, needing only thy salvation.
Ancient and modern, living yet dead, I walk in the shadows alone...
Seeking redemption for thousands of sins; but for one I'll not atone!
Forbidden, yet bidden by heavenly passion, fashioned as if of stone.
Love between two such as we, infernally damned, eternally alone.
Yet never apart, for you live in the darkness, you warm my heart!
Bringing fire to the ice, reminding me of days when in playful art,
We together, composed a melody that now we sing, never to part...
For though I too am dead, you find new ways to reach my heart.
You make it beat, and when I bleed with every cut I give myself,
I cry out to you, and your love saves me; you restore me to health.
Alice, sweet Alice, dead but restless; more precious than wealth...
I a broken but whole, and you make me feel once more like myself.
For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! Faithful and true, this song is for you.
What is a blessing, when so many tragedies hath befallen,
Leaving a soul to believe that they walk eternally accursed...
Cleaved from Paradise's light, to walk in places of darkness?
Loving, lusting, craving, bleeding, dying, and still returning! Sin.
The chaos of this world multiplies, until it is well swollen,
Pregnant with horror, until the very earth hath become bled...
And the innocent scream, in equal parts fear and also distress.
If I hath become Hell, then I walk alive yet burning. Fire within.
I walk within those flames that rage inside my heart endlessly.
Was I ever that innocent, that pure, that terrified in my youth?
So as to be stricken by the things around me that my eyes see...
Both of this world and others, reminding me of past loves lost.
And past hates remembered, and everything I tried to forget! Pain.
Yet I am forced to remember, things both fair and so uncouth!
That the devil in me may as well hath won its' greatest victory...
Whilst every happiness I enjoy, I paid with in the heaviest cost.
This life was the worst at times, dreary as storms that beset. Rain.
I feel the rain upon my soul and know its' gloom-filled dignity.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
In day and in night, I am haunted by a fair one taken too soon,
Her love is with me still, and she parts never from my side at all...
The accident that claimed her, fair Alice, torments me to my core.
I see her form, feel her touch, hear her voice, know her kisses! Soft.
Yet she lives no more, her ghost my eternal companion; I swoon,
Thinking of that moment of her injury, and of her sadly fatal fall...
Wondering what I could hath done to save her life, whatever more.
Yet her spirit remains so vibrant, a reminder of all her bliss. Aloft.
I am born aloft in those moments when she comes back to me.
Sometimes I hate this world that tore sweet Alice from its' face,
Too soon, too late to save from the ending of such a beautiful life...
People in the world today are too busy with hatreds and with war.
They cannot know what torment a solitary tragedy can bring! Agony.
The loss of laughter, of wonder, of brightness; every perfect grace,
Found in one sweet form that might have become my darling wife...
Until she fell and struck her head, and then she breathed no more.
I held her, I wept, I died myself that day; she could not sing! Worry.
I worried; what will I do without her, my inner voice said sadly.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
We cannot control fate, cannot know when time is come around,
For the endings of things that should never have had any ceasing.
We always think we have forever, and perhaps in a way we might!
For though she sleeps in her grave, 'neath lonely earthen ground,
Her ghost stays at my side out of love, her kindness still pleasing.
One day Alice and I shall walk together into the hereafter's light!
To a heaven just for us even if it be in Hell; where revelry abounds.
And until then, our love remains as it once was, ever faithfully.
Faithful Alice, I remain not abandoned after all I've been through,
I remain not abandoned, because of thee; thy love is the greatest.
A maker of miracles, a whisper in shadows, and a kiss in the dark.
The night is our time, and in it you come to me, dream come true,
Beyond midnight's hour, thy power eases my bitterest loneliness.
We dance and we sing, we play and we whisper whilst dogs bark,
In the late hours before the scornful sun comes, and skies are blue.
My ghostly lover, I crave no other but thee; thou art all, to me.
Dance and sing! Sing and play, my love. Alice, sweet Alice. Wake up!
Unforgotten, never forsaking, remaining forever at my side. There to abide.
I am broken within! For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! This song is for you.
I need not the day's harshness when in the night we come alive!
What is sunlight to the dead, which in such light need not thrive?
My body may breathe, my blood may be warm, but I cannot strive,
To live in a mockery of what I once was, to pretend I remain alive.
If I hate the world's evils, but love one pure soul, that is enough...
To remind me that there yet remains within me the purest of love.
You bring it out, you make it live, even when things become tough.
Alice, sweet Alice, breathe life into me and let that life be enough.
Mend what was broken, let thy kisses be the token of salvation!
I want no other heaven than thy company, nor any other nation...
Where humans congregate, if you are not in it to bring jubilation,
To my lonely heart, to my fallen soul, needing only thy salvation.
Ancient and modern, living yet dead, I walk in the shadows alone...
Seeking redemption for thousands of sins; but for one I'll not atone!
Forbidden, yet bidden by heavenly passion, fashioned as if of stone.
Love between two such as we, infernally damned, eternally alone.
Yet never apart, for you live in the darkness, you warm my heart!
Bringing fire to the ice, reminding me of days when in playful art,
We together, composed a melody that now we sing, never to part...
For though I too am dead, you find new ways to reach my heart.
You make it beat, and when I bleed with every cut I give myself,
I cry out to you, and your love saves me; you restore me to health.
Alice, sweet Alice, dead but restless; more precious than wealth...
I a broken but whole, and you make me feel once more like myself.
For the rest of my days. Oh Alice, sweet Alice! Faithful and true, this song is for you.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Here is my actual entry for the contest, brand new, just written today.
