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- - - 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
Can’t 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
I’m 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 I’m 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 we’d 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 couldn’t help yourself
Now the hallway runs red with blood
Shed, bitterly, in love’s 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 love’s 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
Published 16th Sep 2016
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16th Sep 2016 7:59am
"The space between us is a precipice" Brilliant...
I liked your diction choices. Sometimes I forget you're a song writer...
Enjoyed...
I liked your diction choices. Sometimes I forget you're a song writer...
Enjoyed...
18th Sep 2016 4:34am
16th Sep 2016 8:37am
Fantastic write, we have similar styles it seems. I'd very much like to do a co-write at some point.
18th Sep 2016 4:36am
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- Edited 1st Oct 2016 11:40pm
16th Sep 2016 5:29pm
What a `Sonnet` particularly for the dead as it makes me think of Dia De Los Muertos ... I hear rough acoustics in the background & painted ladies in skeletal formations longing for their loves lost ... *excellent, my King* ... Devil~lyn.
18th Sep 2016 4:37am
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18th Sep 2016 4:38am
17th Sep 2016 11:39am
"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"
Darkest Lord masterful ink i'm taking shelter in your blackened skies..
love Crim
To sleep restful without your tears
And as you lay there on my tomb
I will watch over you, my dear"
Darkest Lord masterful ink i'm taking shelter in your blackened skies..
love Crim
18th Sep 2016 4:38am
