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Dead Lovers Cry
There's a mountainside
where a house it stands
surrounded by eyes
and crawling hands .
Victorian steeples
cover the ghosts
of Edwardian people
and the times
they did host .
Delapidated
antiquated
dead lovers cry
for those they waited
every night but home
they never made it
from the sky
of flown
ill fated .
Ghostly times
lodged in energy
above they fly
the grounds
they were buried .
The lover is only one
many others join
the song
the house is a spirit
bomb
the souls in it
do search and long
Earthly minutes
an eternal bong
midnight ticking
they haunt upon
flashed , flickering
faces come .
You step into a room
shadows enter
and follow you
distempered
old vestibules
dismembered
grisly ghouls
so remember
take a friend
with you .[/font]
where a house it stands
surrounded by eyes
and crawling hands .
Victorian steeples
cover the ghosts
of Edwardian people
and the times
they did host .
Delapidated
antiquated
dead lovers cry
for those they waited
every night but home
they never made it
from the sky
of flown
ill fated .
Ghostly times
lodged in energy
above they fly
the grounds
they were buried .
The lover is only one
many others join
the song
the house is a spirit
bomb
the souls in it
do search and long
Earthly minutes
an eternal bong
midnight ticking
they haunt upon
flashed , flickering
faces come .
You step into a room
shadows enter
and follow you
distempered
old vestibules
dismembered
grisly ghouls
so remember
take a friend
with you .[/font]
Published 28th Apr 2011
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28th Apr 2011 7:32pm
30th Apr 2011 2:41pm
28th Apr 2011 10:10pm
This is fantastic, what a wonderful and entertaining use of wordplay! Reminds me a bit of Poe...has a "Poe-ish" ring to it in a way. Kudos...
30th Apr 2011 2:43pm
Pleased you like it , I have a real strange way of writing sometimes but mostly it goes down ok and again thanks for commenting
30th Apr 2011 11:27pm
1st May 2011 00:05am
I guess profundity sometimes becomes my other name as I always write between the lines as well as the obvious meaning of the poem but however they're perused it's just good that they get read in general , so thanks for reading
