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- - - THE TRAVELER : CURSE MY WRETCHED SOUL - - -
Behold, the crescent moon
Casts a light on forgotten tombs
Eons pass in misery
Black candles in the gloom
Burn with mystery
I can still see her face
Faced with the ultimate truth
Of mortality
Withered roses weep on the tombstone
Remind me of times I cannot atone
Lightning strikes weathered vanes
Winds lashing against trials I must abstain
The mourning sun rises in shadow
Gracing damning light across meadows
That lament for the fall of Troy
Highlighting my face still devoid of joy
Even if I break the lock
There's no turning back the clock
Ancient tomes bound in bone
The bones of forgotten ones
Wasted tragically
Her kiss left a scar on my lips
I would risk another one
To hold her in my arms
Once again
Another blight on this hellbound heart
Upon the gallows, I play the part
To revive the dearly deceased
Just to gain myself a measure of peace
Thorns invade the roses on her grave
As my chanting echoes in the grey
Dawn fails to penetrate the storm
Clouds congeal in skies where longing is born
Even if I break the lock
There's no turning back the clock
Even with you within my head
In this stricken heart
I still know you are dead
I feel you beyond the light
Angelique, Angelique
Two hearts wrapped in shrouds
Creatures of the night
Angelique
From songs to spells alone
Left bones to age brittle and frail
Cursed with immortality
I might fall into damnation
And behold the gates of Hell
To hold you in my arms
Once again
The tempest howls around the fire
Fills my ears with demonic choirs
I'm the honored guest at the feast
For a chance at love, I invoke the beast
"Who is this lost lover, Angelique?
I will take all that makes her unique
And twist it to the blackest hue."
And dreadful talons pierce me for you
Angelique...
Behold, the crescent moon
Casts a light on forgotten tombs
Eons pass in misery
Black candles in the gloom
Burn with agony
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 9th Nov 2015
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Anonymous
9th Nov 2015 11:07pm
A self~sacrificial for a chance at love with the one you lost. . .this sends a chill of sorrow through my bones [if I've interpreted it correctly]. . .this ink bleeds from beginning to end, and the portrait you paint in the depth of one's soul for the woman he once loved unconditionally is practically a tale within itself. . .Excellent inscribe, King Hades. . .Devil~lyn.
9th Nov 2015 11:46pm
Darkest Lord Hades a very mournful write a love lost and fierce will to reclaim her no matter the obstacle even hell it's self..
masterful inking..
love Crimsin
masterful inking..
love Crimsin
10th Nov 2015 1:40am
an impressive and captivating write indeed! Admire your craft in this shade Hades!!
10th Nov 2015 4:07am
firstly- oh sweet- you *did get of a mood ;) and.. I'm happy to see a continuation..
"Withered roses weep on the tombstone <~ bang on imagery & emotional sorrows..
Remind me of times I cannot atone" [I like]
"Her kiss left a scar on my lips
I would risk another one
To hold her in my arms
Once again"
~this is The Epic Stuffs, yknow? major chill, tingle and gut punch..my fav!
"I'm the honored guest at the feast"
~this one tightens the tummy for some dark 'Sumthin' to happen..
"And dreadful talons pierce me for you"
~and a most wicked ouch at delivery of it.. outstanding interps[2] came from this and I hope-hopes
your mind is short-storying this tale. the After-talons, per say ;)
your pen is possessed, I'm now sure of it.. loved entirely!
curtsies to a stellar read, SirHades!
~d
"Withered roses weep on the tombstone <~ bang on imagery & emotional sorrows..
Remind me of times I cannot atone" [I like]
"Her kiss left a scar on my lips
I would risk another one
To hold her in my arms
Once again"
~this is The Epic Stuffs, yknow? major chill, tingle and gut punch..my fav!
"I'm the honored guest at the feast"
~this one tightens the tummy for some dark 'Sumthin' to happen..
"And dreadful talons pierce me for you"
~and a most wicked ouch at delivery of it.. outstanding interps[2] came from this and I hope-hopes
your mind is short-storying this tale. the After-talons, per say ;)
your pen is possessed, I'm now sure of it.. loved entirely!
curtsies to a stellar read, SirHades!
~d
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