The blood on my hands
Is not yours this time
The beautiful ghost of past
Of blasphemous rhyme
The manacles knocking
The smoldering flames
The blood dries and time
Is once again unnamed
The gliding essence
Upon this tormented shore
These grains of sand
Are tainted by the blood
Forevermore
For the black cat
And the raven
And the radiant lost Lenore
Have thrown me to the ashes
In the many days of yore
The singed walls and the slicing blades
The pit and the pendulum, my indebted heart does sway
So ruthlessly, it cuts me deep, the rats are creeping
Within my dreams
The unseeing eyes, I hath plucked from death’s own
The fallacy of dreaming where a dreamer’s never gone
And though I walk these wayward paths alone
Your spirit is still with me drawn by the waves
As cold as the stones
Author notes
A contest Entry for Nevermore!
A contest entry
- Nevermore! by GossamerAlice.
850 points, ended February 2, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How did I do?
Comments
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This is wonderful! It seems dainty and fragile and carefully made, like a piece of black lace. The lines "The unseeing eyes, I hath plucked from death’s own
The fallacy of dreaming where a dreamer’s never gone" left me stunned! I don't know what it is about them, the daring of the narrator, or the wonderful meter, or the half-rhyme (I love those XD) whatever it is, it's wonderful! Thank you for entering!
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Dark and pretty
Raven and Lenore
Gotta love señor Poe -
Great contest entry. You do dark justice. Well written and keeps its flavor all the way through.
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