My fate resides but last, inside my mind
is withering, as Autumn leaves of trees.
So chaste, it breathes a rank desperate sound,
that lay awake inside the waxing night.
So when I gaze on Winters arid sea,
with eyes of flesh and stone, so cold and blind.
To sate my hunger on this storm of fright
and burn alive this lust, yet spurned unbound.
So chain me down to this darkened blight,
yet echos since the days, crusades so crowned;
and separate lots of scorned desire flee
to distant battles left to dust and time...
Denied that flesh of contact supple fire,
consigned to fate, blood-lust rebels desire.
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Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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This is good and the form feels right,
I like the undercurrets to it.
Your words get the meaning across,
and each might take them differently
Ilike it.
Riftkin -
interesting
this piece is quite amusing to me. i enjoyed reading it, but i can't really critique it because its the type of poem i could read over and over again, always digging out new meanings and emotions.
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