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- - - AMIDST THE VESPERS - - -
Around her tomb black candles burn in mourning
I miss the taste of her merlot flavored kiss
The cemetery winds carry on her name
As my voice reaches out to the black abyss
The desperate heart laboring in the cold
Feel as if I've come to the end of the road
A broken wraith of a failed faith
Left to swing from the end of a rope
Heralds lament her passing
A true love everlasting
From the dawn of time to the end of days
A price that is mine, just for me to pay
The winter moon cast a light on her marble
Tomb crafted by hands of lost suffering skill
A frigid rain blows in from the northern skies
And cuts right through the empty house on the hill
The tunnel seems devoid of any white light
All that surrounds me is perpetual night
Holding me close, the coming ghosts
Pushing me forth to a losing fight
Demon revel in laughter
Echo in the hereafter
Shadows embrace me with their fortitude
All that I can see is my solitude
If I listen hard enough
I can hear your whisper
From beyond the veil of death
Amidst the vespers
Roses seem to wilt before my tired eyes
I sweep the sodden leaves from her winter time
Her picture fades in days gone grey
On jagged trails marking the way
I bid you silence in this mourning hour
Hell shall hold no horrors for me anymore
I have experienced agony without you
To hold my hand in the coming storm
Heralds lament her passing
A true love everlasting
From the dawn of time to the end of days
A price that is mine, just for me to pay
Demon revel in laughter
Echo in the hereafter
Shadows embrace me with their fortitude
All that I can see is my solitude
If I listen hard enough
I can hear your whisper
From beyond the veil of death
Amidst the vespers
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 15th Dec 2015
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Ahhh, HadesRising, luv ~ :-*
This piece is utterly gorgeous in its bleak despair. You absolutely had me from the very first line.
Around her tomb black candles burn in mourning
I miss the taste of her merlot flavored kiss
The cemetery winds carry on her name
As my voice reaches out to the black abyss
This is perfection to my poetic soul. Once I read this, luv, I was in. You had me clasped tightly in your Stygian embrace. :-*
Further, I mourned when you let go...
This piece is utterly gorgeous in its bleak despair. You absolutely had me from the very first line.
Around her tomb black candles burn in mourning
I miss the taste of her merlot flavored kiss
The cemetery winds carry on her name
As my voice reaches out to the black abyss
This is perfection to my poetic soul. Once I read this, luv, I was in. You had me clasped tightly in your Stygian embrace. :-*
Further, I mourned when you let go...
16th Dec 2015 4:22am
Thank you. This was one if those writes that started off as something else and took its own direction. I was fairly surprised at the finished product myself.
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15th Dec 2015 5:33pm
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