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The Wailing
He lingers on in lone sorrow, from a history shared;
Grim tomorrow stumbled upon, with its steely fangs bared…
To prosecute the upright stance of seven layered trust.
Given to chance, and ill repute, his house of dreams but dust.
A walking scab, feeling remorse in sensibility;
He stays the course to lay the slab of love no longer free…
On foundations of splintered hope—those faces from the past,
Beyond the scope of perdition, where destiny’s amassed.
The pinnacle of broadcast shame, he lays his trophies down.
If in the name of ridicule, takes up his jester’s crown.
The scepter laid across his lap, his eyes pinned to the ceiling;
With a cold slap the price is paid to a life lost while kneeling.
The head bowed low, the sword raised high, a gesture quite befitting;
Met with a sigh that seemed to know not the meaning of quitting.
With the downstroke, all present blessed in the knightly endeavor
Saw dream confessed in eyes that spoke of refinding forever.
But with ghostly ambition bled, these marble halls of ruin
In quiet dread now stir, mostly beneath the lover’s moon.
Leaving a tingle on the skin, even by light of day…
The price of sin for which he sings in eternal dismay.
Published 1st Jul 2015
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1st Jul 2015 7:10pm
this is achingly lovely, mister sighs. nice honest tone without too much sack cloth & ashes lament...
... it's beautiful in its entirety but i adore stanza two, just shines a little brighter betwixt the umbra
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cheers for a great read
~ k
... it's beautiful in its entirety but i adore stanza two, just shines a little brighter betwixt the umbra
*
cheers for a great read
~ k
1st Jul 2015 8:24pm
Thank you Katja for such a lovely compliment. Stanza two is the quiet calm, peace if you will, that comes with the realization you are helpless to your fate sometimes. The bleakest of holes is never quite so dark once you know you're never getting out... :)
Michael
Michael
1st Jul 2015 7:10pm
Dark thots errupt on title.. never did hear a "pleasant" wailing, my loves.
"The scepter laid across his lap, his eyes pinned to the ceiling;
With a cold slap the price is paid to a life lost while kneeling."
~the reality you build to *here.. A-stounding, wif sniffles o'course.. but still wows to what you do with words! glad fer the- only being words part.
"But with ghostly ambition fled"
~then relief *here ;)
kisses Michael of my heart,
mwahs T
"The scepter laid across his lap, his eyes pinned to the ceiling;
With a cold slap the price is paid to a life lost while kneeling."
~the reality you build to *here.. A-stounding, wif sniffles o'course.. but still wows to what you do with words! glad fer the- only being words part.
"But with ghostly ambition fled"
~then relief *here ;)
kisses Michael of my heart,
mwahs T
1st Jul 2015 8:31pm
Should have put a warning label on this one i suppose. You should *know its dangerous to venture beyond the erotic table with me love, and I know you do know. :)
Ummm, about your relief... wouldn't have notice had you not pointed out the line but it's supposed to be "bled"... not fled. Thank you and a simultaneous srry.
*huggs and kisses, my sweetness.
Michael
Ummm, about your relief... wouldn't have notice had you not pointed out the line but it's supposed to be "bled"... not fled. Thank you and a simultaneous srry.
*huggs and kisses, my sweetness.
Michael
