Dearly beloved, we are gathered for a sacrifice-
I can no longer feel the beat embedded in my mind.
The dance that had ravaged through my veins has finally died,
And I lay before you today a fragment lost to time.
I only beg you not to cry or mourn my sudden death.
(I must admit, I watched him come above the parapets;
He was not outfitted in black as legends would suggest
Nor had he hidden on his neck a most skeletal head.
Instead, he looked to me as though he could have been a prince
With the way he had held upon his hands such diamond rings-
And oh!, the shade for clothes he chose were fit for only kings.
I suppose I should have known what violet diamonds bring.)
Remember me the way I was before I was entranced:
The way my feet would blow and beat if they so chose to prance,
The way I lumbered to the tune and would not hold a stance,
And more than all, the way I came alive inside the dance.
Author notes
I haven't sat down and seriously written anything in months, but I recently have found the time again and this is the first piece that has come out. Not one of my best, I don't think, but it's a start.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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And I don't think it't half bad, to be honest. It's sad, though... the poem reminds me of a lot of the desolation I used to feel, especially after a few of the most devastating events of my life, when I felt like the essence inside me died and there was nothing left to stir within me. I don't know how I would write my own elegy, but if it's near anything as moving as this, it will be a good start.
Thank you for commenting on my latest piece.
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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the way I come alive inside the dance - there is touch of death, and touch of life in this poem.. I liked this very much. And the mention of diamond rings and the prince - over all a beautiful write.
~ Lonely
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