Beneath the bleeding light of the moon,
She feeds for what she must.
Slender fingers tickle threads,
Where limbs have entangled in lust.
The manifestation of equidistant desires,
Rife with a perpetually haunting gaze.
I am forced upon the sinners circle,
Boldly thrust dead, center stage.
Trembling in my white limbed prison,
Shattered by a belief gone all wrong,
Quietly now she slips from grace….
As was destined all along.
Pale lily’s rest atop her grave,
Dew drops wet where tears have cried,
Not for she who has suffered,
but for she who has survived.
And the mourners linger there lonely,
they hover and huddle in a circle side by side.
Some somber faced or crying,
and all because you have died.
Author notes
Used all the prompts including the image (http://paradisetears.deviantart.com/art/Celestial-Tears-50443512). Some prompts were slightly altered, as was suitably stated above, just to fit the piece.
A contest entry
- _.:~:._5 SUPER AWESOME PROMPTS_.:~:._ by Erika Elektrikka.
700 points, ended March 30, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well done my love...silver...congrats...
Simon -
and like the phoenix he will rise again...
Love you
Simon
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