O you who come to the house of pain, take care how you enter, and in whom you trust; do not let the width of the entrance deceive you.
In the Inferal City,
the Lost Souls cry
at the gate to destitution
In the universe spread
across the eye
we regard the memories
Regard the memories
of the dead poppies
that Minos coiled in
the Gorgons' hair
In the highest circle
we sit above the world
with a crown of thorns
Listen to the black Seraphs
cry out in damnation
cry out at the overwhelming question
Do I dare disturb the universe
Treus and cupus, the three women
and the cross
between the Inferno and Paradiso
we walk on the shores
of the Cocytus
Where is Elysium?
Resign noons stillness
the yawn and the spasm
and the quiet of the dead
We planted the dead in
unearthly gardens
and let them grow and fester
because long ago the apple
swelled in midnight's darkness
and long ago the dead stirred
and life's flicker ignited
The horror
the horror
the horror
We were born to dust
we shall die to dust
to dust is our names
and our prayers
and our beings
Here we lie in the Phlegethon
burning and smoldering
in our watery grave
of the Inferno
In the Inferal City,
the Lost Souls cry
at the gate to destitution
In the universe spread
across the eye
we regard the memories
Regard the memories
of the dead poppies
that Minos coiled in
the Gorgons' hair
In the highest circle
we sit above the world
with a crown of thorns
Listen to the black Seraphs
cry out in damnation
cry out at the overwhelming question
Do I dare disturb the universe
Treus and cupus, the three women
and the cross
between the Inferno and Paradiso
we walk on the shores
of the Cocytus
Where is Elysium?
Resign noons stillness
the yawn and the spasm
and the quiet of the dead
We planted the dead in
unearthly gardens
and let them grow and fester
because long ago the apple
swelled in midnight's darkness
and long ago the dead stirred
and life's flicker ignited
The horror
the horror
the horror
We were born to dust
we shall die to dust
to dust is our names
and our prayers
and our beings
Here we lie in the Phlegethon
burning and smoldering
in our watery grave
of the Inferno
Author notes
So yes, the imagery in Dream Roses is astounding, and really the poem at whole is prolifically done.
A contest entry
- PICTURE INSPIRED by Arkbear.
300 points, ended June 28, 2007, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very Creative Write ~
Love the picture you instilled in this write ~
A lovely presentation as well ~
The best to you in this contest ~
Bear ~
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In the beginning, you misspelled Infernal. That is all


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I LOVE the Imagery! you did do a beautiful job! I love the wording as well, it gives it that heavenly feel! Good luck in the contest!
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we are born to dust we are to die as dust for dust is our names as to our prayers ... I really didn't get the poem well; but i agree we are all as dust and dust we shall remain...
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color me impressed
it reminded me of a greek poem, in a way. i love the use of mythological names.
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Wow
this was awesome and written well... I must say I didn't come up this idea at all... good luck.
Yvonne


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For give me dear I hit the wrong applause selection, so her are your other two....Loved you idea, and creations...novy
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So Mystic
I loved the mystical realm and you sure gave us some beautiful metaphors to ponder. I enjoyed the read your talent is showing....novy
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Excellent
Love the way you took this into the realm of myths and gods. A fantastic journey into places that truly suit the picture. Best of luck in the contest.

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