Alone and gazing past the darkening horizon
Envisioning her knight rescuing her soul
There’s a piece of hope that never drains from her
Though back in reality despair takes its toll
She lives out her day behind lonely eyes
Occupying her mind from stray emotions
Each night before dusk she returns to her window
To ponder patiently of her secret devotions
Thoughts of giving in plague her each day
Her battle scars show through eyes of pain
The occasional battle slips through her fingers
But she knows in this war there is much to gain
Alone and dreaming of her happy ending
She waits by her familiar windowpane
Escaping reality and conjuring fantasies
These nightly adventures keeping her sane
Author notes
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/61604392/
A contest entry
- The Slain Dreamer by Ayla YellowRose.
1600 points, ended September 20, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a very deeply penned poem, Very emotional and sad for when a dream is lost so is the soul that dremt the dream -- brilliantly penned...
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dreaming of a happy ending is a dream well worth it... but understandably it is difficult when a dream is shattered by reality and we can only hope to sit by the window waiting for our dream to become the reality. another well written one.
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I miss being able to daydream (or nightdream) as the case may be. Adulthood finally takes its toll when your dreams are completely dead. When dreams die in your mind, every image turns into a gray slab, you can't sleep, you can't think...it's zombification without the entertainment value.
No princess, no sanctity of home, or domestic bliss, no laughing or smiling, just pain...migraines of a rotting mind.
Hold onto those dreams...
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Wow, I really knows how this feels. This was a really beautiful poem, the movement and flow are just right in it too.
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Wow! This is great. I may be wrong here but what I got out of it was she finds peace in her dreams. Not sure if that was your intention or not but it was absoultly great just the same. Great job on this and good luck in the contest.
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I'll stay away from the temptation to praise this one to the skies, and just tell you that I 'felt it'. Got such a clear image of the poem that I can't explain it any other way.
Loved it, my lady.
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