Eye to the beholder,
A magnificently wretched sight.
As dark as night,
And pure as gold.
The image of a beautiful girl
In tatters of white,
With a candle in her hand.
She roams the house with sleepless night,
The shadows going gray.
Her voice hoarse with attempts of trying to call out.
When no one listens,
She just walks on,
And she always will.
Screams of the lonely echo.
She hears light footsteps behind her,
And quickly turns to look.
She sees a boy dressed in torn clothes of brown
Dirtied red with blood.
His left eye looks blind,
And the right, evil shines.
Startled to finally see a human soul,
He backs away in a snap.
He bumps into another boy,
They glare right then and there.
The other boy looks just like him,
A twin a clone what not.
The boy has a ragged outfit of white and ribbons of red and scratches on his feet.
He attempts to take his knife out,
To slit the throat of who he was cloned from.
The girl knocks it down,
Waiting for killing to commence.
She looks at the boys sorrow eyes,
And tries to pick something to do.
Long ago, the same boy,
With the same blind right eye,
Had helped her when she fell,
And to keep her stable.
And now she knows not what to do.
She stumbled past both,
Just as her knees give in.
Allowing her to fall down.
And the boy with the right eye conked
Helps to get her back up.
She reaches her lips out to kiss him,
As the knife plunges in.
In slow motion falling down,
Her head cracks open on the stone.
A second passes and the boy realizes what has happened.
Thinking,
What have I done to you Princess?
My princess of resilience?
My princess of terror?
My princess, my Heaven - sent princess?
My princess, my evil princess?
Oh, I feel I'm dead inside.
I feel I'm evaporating to Hell.
Into the depths of Earth I fall.
Heed my call of a savior,
Any savior, O Jesus Christ
Heed my call to be healed,
Healed in any way, O Jesus Christ.
Heed my call to be pure,
Pure in heart and soul, O Jesus Christ.
Heed my call to be with you,
With you in anyway,
O sick and tortured princess.
Heed my call to be with you,
O my repugnant princess.
Heed my call to be with,
My savior O Jesus Christ.
Author notes
Yes, I know it's horrible, so you can say that. yes it needs work. Yes, I know that. But I always like a poem that has been untouched except for a spell check from when it was first written.
I first wrote this when I was writing my story Pretty Tomboys(3) where Amber was showing everyone her new manga/anime statues, all from Tsubasa RESERvoir CHRoNiCLE. It's been more like a reference now, now that I think about. And it's now goes to a picture I found on AnimePaper, which can be found here:
http://s3.supload.com/free/[large][AnimePaper]scans_Tsubasa-Reservoir-Chronicle_Marissa_98539.jpg/view/
Oh, and for anybody wondering why it's called "Thy" Girl With a Candle Stick, it was boredom.
A contest entry
- Ages 10-15 I just lost the school's poetry slam! [[PW allowed]] by myusikah.
475 points, ended August 3, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Nice job. do u have an account on storywrite.com? cuz your book sounds good.
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Wow..I love imagery! This is amazing. It reminds me of Stephenie Meyer's The Host...if you've ever read it. Thanks for entering, and good luck~
-->pia♫♪
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Oh yes, and I don't understand the title. You don't uses "thee" and "thou" and "thy" anywhere in this poem, so I don't understand how the title makes sense. Do you mean "the"?
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this was beautiful! but in my opinion, I am proud of everything I write, and I wouldn't post it if I wasn't, which means that if you're not confident in your work, why let others read it? I enjoyed every part of this, though I felt the last stanza was a bit redundant.
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i love it....come to my page password girl user name americangir
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