I remember her voice
The song of an angel.
My heart would break
At the beauty of that sound.
I remember her pale skin
So pure and unsullied.
I would caress her gently
Her flesh as soft as fine silk.
I remember her screams
No angel voiced such pain.
It echoed throughout the hall
Till her ravaged throat fell silent.
I remember the blood
Streams tracing her curves.
I would watch them become rivers
Flowing over that smooth body.
How could I admire such beauty
Unless I first destroyed it?
Without that comparison
How could perfection be appreciated?
There can be no love
Unless it's tainted by hate.
There can be no joy
Unless it shares pain.
I will always hear her screams
And remember her soft voice.
I will always see the blood
And remember her rare beauty.
You see we must destroy
That which we truly love.
Then the memory will be evergreen
And never decay with the ravages of time.
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Beautiful and dark. This poem was packed with imagery and was such a joy to read. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Wowww, this is very good.
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Creepy thoughts.
I was fascinated with this poem. It is truly terror in its feelings. The last verse is full of emotion. I like the phrase '"the memory will be evergreen."
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Very Fatalistic
If you find something you love, you have to distroy it... very fatalistic and tragic. I could picture every sad, angry word.. Its got a very gothic werewolve feel, I loved it!!!! such evocative scenes pass through my mind of death destruction and yearning. well done and great write. Good luck in the contest.
RareFlower.
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I shudder with the sheer imagery.
(You miss-spelled beauty in the first stanza.)
Amazing work.
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