Never was a more dark and dreary room,
and why, a girl of light,
was in chains inside?
A black tear staining her cheek,
a quill moving in her now calloused hand,
always writing, forever scribing, never stopping,
only to dip into the inkwell.
Ink.
Night streaking her once strawberry hair,
darkness painting her fingernails,
clouds coming over big brown eyes,
lips, never colored, now
black.
She is a goddess, but yet a virgin,
for her true love
is the poetry scripted into forever.
Her ever after, here,
yet her future she had chosen.
Author notes
The story of my life.
A contest entry
- Manifest Deities by lilacgold.
1050 points, ended February 20, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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absolutely amazing
never have i had such tears tremble on my eyes, wanting to shed for those in the light. the darkenss can be a beautiful place - express taht
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this is a well constructed poem. keep up the good work.
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Wow. This is a truly beautiful poem, somewhat darker than I originally intended for my contest (I anticipated rather more humourous entries) but I love it all the same. Thanks for entering!
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SYou have penned a great peom here, it really touches all who read it, I hope it is not really the story of your life, live in the light, Love Dad
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for her true love
is the poetry scripted into forever.
? Very good write, but I'm not sure I understand it.
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