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Ghostly Vengeance
Spider webs hang precariously
Glimpses of grandeur from a past age
Songs hang in the air fantastically
Servants bustle, silver skirts rustle
All ends from one man’s rage
The lives lived herein
Dead and gone in a flash of time
Lacking resolution
Flits of smoke, fits of blood soak
A speechless rhyme
A dozen individuals, two fold
Roam halls meant for the living
Lies not sold, lives not told
A stranger with knife, a hatred of life
Now live these ghosts, unforgiving
What transpired
Occurred two centuries ago
Dismal violence conspired
From grief, down fell the leaf
Of human compassion grown
Such vengeance ended
Hopeful hearts
Understanding never pretended
So began the dawn, lives of faceless pawns
An eternity about to start
Red bath
Kindled by ignorance and pain
Black wrath
Nighttime slow, hearts once betrothed
To life and love and gain
Now they remain
Keepers of the night in a strange town
Clasping the knife again
From whence they died, for an unending cry
Molding bodies lie in earth of brown
Fresh graves
Dug yesterday by the living
Buries dead knaves
Family of the man, such a morbid plan
Ghostly screams barely believing
Joy is construed
Ghosts sing victoriously
Colors of faded hues
Drab walls, a future of unending gall
From spirits never officially
Dead
Glimpses of grandeur from a past age
Songs hang in the air fantastically
Servants bustle, silver skirts rustle
All ends from one man’s rage
The lives lived herein
Dead and gone in a flash of time
Lacking resolution
Flits of smoke, fits of blood soak
A speechless rhyme
A dozen individuals, two fold
Roam halls meant for the living
Lies not sold, lives not told
A stranger with knife, a hatred of life
Now live these ghosts, unforgiving
What transpired
Occurred two centuries ago
Dismal violence conspired
From grief, down fell the leaf
Of human compassion grown
Such vengeance ended
Hopeful hearts
Understanding never pretended
So began the dawn, lives of faceless pawns
An eternity about to start
Red bath
Kindled by ignorance and pain
Black wrath
Nighttime slow, hearts once betrothed
To life and love and gain
Now they remain
Keepers of the night in a strange town
Clasping the knife again
From whence they died, for an unending cry
Molding bodies lie in earth of brown
Fresh graves
Dug yesterday by the living
Buries dead knaves
Family of the man, such a morbid plan
Ghostly screams barely believing
Joy is construed
Ghosts sing victoriously
Colors of faded hues
Drab walls, a future of unending gall
From spirits never officially
Dead
Published 28th Aug 2013
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28th Aug 2013 2:21am
The previous tale follows the following structure: First and third lines rhyme. Second and fifth lines rhyme and the fourth line rhymes with itself. Thanks for reading.
31st Aug 2013 4:04am
Beautifully presented. I for one love the story line. I read in picture forms...visualising instead of seeing the words or alphabet. So rhyme is not my strong point. However, this can be fleshed out as a short story. Good read Van.
31st Aug 2013 10:23am
Thank you Idryad. I know many people do not favor the story line, but I do. I too read in picture forms. I know many of us write with a strong emotion at the heart of our works and it has been enjoyable to be a part of that for many others here.
