Cloaked by treason, in a fault of summer.
I bind my eyes and see eternity,
I seal my lips and speak the truth.
The Wonder stared with careless compassion
upon my relating my visions,
upon my speaking my truths.
Choked by reason, in the wrath of day.
Does God know of what I see?
Does God know of what I speak?
The Wonder would say yes, with eyes
that speak to nothing,
nothing but her evil prowess.
I reach unto a seething sight,
to cry of a moonlit night.
Awoke by season, with an air of eloquence.
My thoughts of night are not dreams,
but patterns of reaping digression.
Pale skin on my face, not of my own,
but of lusting flesh,
the flesh of The Wonder.
Reproached by passion, when Live become Die.
I handled death without tears,
but without rapture.
The Wonder smote my tearless memory
with the becoming of a
new life, a new martyrology.
I speak unto a windless flight
to cry of a moonlit night.
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Breathtaking
It's been amazing to watch your writing evolve. I mean, I've been reading your work since you joined less than a year ago, and you carry throughout this whimsical, magical, dreamy theme. But you've expanded not only your vocabulary, but also the feelings you send across to your readers.
I love how you incorporate God into this piece. I'm not very religious myself, but I've always gotten this 'Higher Being' vibe from your writings. The whole God and nature thing just.. works.
Even the random rhyming worked. [jeez I'm getting soft in my old age.. can't I complain about anything?] I liked the capitalization of important words, it seemed to accentuated their meaning.
This was my favourite stanza:
Cloaked by treason, in a fault of summer.
I bind my eyes and see eternity,
I seal my lips and speak the truth.
The personification is eloquent.
Alright I'll stop rambling on and on, but well done my dear. Applause and kudos all around.
-Skye
P.S. Yes, your little comment made me change my name back..
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