Operatic hymn played to a grieving heart,
parrying doubt with eternal,
peek inside,
hide,
down within the glistening blue.
Projected into space,
a tear upon a crimson face,
shining star they wish to see,
falling aginst black grained cacophony.
She fiddles the strings to play a torment,
never considering how to feel,
what is imaginary,
the angelic missionary,
a canary outside the window.
hinted sarcophogus' cry to flee,
bask in ungrateful remorse,
know only how it feels to be alive,
the pain will run its course.
But in time,
dear child of light,
you will have to face the ghost,
the immortal host,
to the embers dying in your soul.
A contest entry
- The Enchanted Misery Contest by Ms Raneika.
1200 points, ended March 20, 2008, 75 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, I like it..Wel done xD
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very good and well-written piece your story was well told ...thanks for entering my contest much love, Raneika
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