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Image for the poem - - - SONNET FOR THE DEAD - - -

- - - SONNET FOR THE DEAD - - -


She cries, ever so softly, in chilling winds of late
Tears stain cindered parchment like poisoned words

of poetry


The space between us is a precipice
Consumed with angst and lust and cruel demons
Who watch with jealous eyes at our first kiss
Instigating the anger and venom
Bitter seeds blossom within stillborn breasts
Failure to reconcile running rampart
Canít imagine my world without caress
Coalescing shadows seem so cold and dark
See you standing in the rain all alone
With the skies weeping openly and grey
May this sonnet be our eternal song
For me to reach out, touch you from the grave

A promise of no harm with damage dealt
But just know I could never help myself

I would blackened the skies for you
To sleep restful without your tears
And as you lay there on my tomb
I will watch over you, my dear

Pray for me
Iím never coming back

She palms her ring in trembling hands of easing death
Crimson stains will not wash away tonight

so easily


Can you hear my laments from the closet
Or is my voice drowned out by skeletons?
I recite to you this haunted sonnet
Behind this veil Iím becoming undone
A spectre consigned to watch over you
Because my sins were greater than the whole
Of my being, twisted and torn, so true
Seems damnation was written in the scrolls
Do you know that I am still here at night
Longing to kiss those lips that swore, my dear
That weíd be together beyond the light
You can curse my name until I disappear

A promise of no harm with damage dealt
But I know that you couldnít help yourself

Now the hallway runs red with blood
Shed, bitterly, in loveís true name
Angel tears are the perfect drug
Spilled in vial of guilt and shame

Curse my name
I am never leaving

And at the end of time
When the sky burns with flame
In retreating shadows
Will you remember my name?
At the dawn of the grave
When candles are aflame
You will have nothing left
But I will remain

Cemeteries run red with blood
Shed, bitterly, in loveís true name
Angel tears are the perfect drug
Spilled in vial of guilt and shame

I would blackened the skies for you
To sleep restful without your tears
And as you lay there on my tomb
I will watch over you, my dear

Curse my name
I will never leave you

And, thus, at last, she did lay down for eternal slumber
In the frigid soil beside her betrothed

they scribe together




(c) 2016 Frank Green

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