O, the silver bells doth sing
Sweet serenades of sorrow ring
And elegy for my long lost Lily, sickly sung
Deathly chimes from the abyss, far flung
Alone, in my bleak and empty chamber
In the coldest hour of late December
I beguiled my pain and sorrow
(For release of sadness I sought to borrow)
Through leaves of poetry days of yore
Though my heart wrests from loss forevermore
Simple writings do not placate this pain
These dreadful poems are all in vain
The sad, dulcet bell whispers (ever so persistent)
The painted glass could not resist it
Nor the velvet curtains my love and I had hung there
Could not stop this beautiful bell, waking nightmare
And this resounding silver that tickles thy ear
This horrid sound that fills me with fear
Is but insanity’s prelude to the final event
The arrival of my Lily, dressed decedent...
With ink stained fingertips and poetry spent
I collapse unto myself in utter lament
In deep hysteria, black, December midnight
She comes to me from twisted beauty’s light
This phantom image of her exquisite form
Eidolon silhouette draws near, graven born
My name in choir whisper she softly speaks
Cold, loving hands caress thy febrile cheeks
Deathly passion swiftly persuades
As my loves ghostly figure quickly evades
God has taken back what heaven hath lent!
Deflowered me from Lily, once more evanescent
The fading light again empty room
Entices me to decree thy doom
Efflux, deep crimson rivers pour
The razor cuts, the blood’s decor
One final gash, thy death insured
The chiming of bells, the last thing heard
In this moment of sadness, I utter thy last Breath
I love you my Lily, even in death
And at last! (Though in death it may be)
We will be together again, my lovely Lily and me...
A contest entry
- Dark Poetry! by BeautifullyBroken42.
300 points, ended May 6, 2008, 36 entries
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Sorry to be pernickety, but may I point out that there is a grammatical error in the first line - possiboy due to a typo. For "doth" is (archaic) third-person singular, equivalent to modern "does". So the subject should be singular: i.e. "bell". Please do attend to it, as this kind of slip (easy enough to make), does rather detract from the impact of the poem.
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I like this one
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I really enjoyed this, it was dark and mysterious and full of sickly dark feeling. Morbidly beautiful work well done
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Wow, that is very dark, but very well written. I loved the flow, and the writting style. Nicely done.
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