I met her at the Cross roads.
It was well past 2:00.
She said, "Where you going boy?"
Like she already knew?
She was dressed for a funeral,
but sure looked fine
I didn't dare ask who's
Cause it felt like mine.
She said, "Won't you join me
for a late night drive?"
To which I did.
To which I did.
She smelled like a graveyard,
But shined as the Sun.
She handed me a business card,
and said, "Are you down for some fun?"
But there was no # just a name,
"The Morning Star".
The Morning Star.
And I tasted sulphur.
When I spoke her name.
She asked, "If I'd make a wager,
For wealth and fame."
She offered me a guitar.
That she kept in her trunk.
Said that, "It was made in Hell
by a most sinful monk."
She asked me if I "Played?",
knowing damn well that I did.
I said, "I might,
if the price was right."
(But I had already lost my soul
In a previous fight.)
"I don't have no money,
a job, or a home.
I'm just a Gypsy Bard.
Born for the song,
and the road.
She said, "Well that's fine,
yes, that's quite fine.
I'll still make you mine."
And she did,
the Morning Star
and she did,
My Morning Star.
It was well past 2:00.
She said, "Where you going boy?"
Like she already knew?
She was dressed for a funeral,
but sure looked fine
I didn't dare ask who's
Cause it felt like mine.
She said, "Won't you join me
for a late night drive?"
To which I did.
To which I did.
She smelled like a graveyard,
But shined as the Sun.
She handed me a business card,
and said, "Are you down for some fun?"
But there was no # just a name,
"The Morning Star".
The Morning Star.
And I tasted sulphur.
When I spoke her name.
She asked, "If I'd make a wager,
For wealth and fame."
She offered me a guitar.
That she kept in her trunk.
Said that, "It was made in Hell
by a most sinful monk."
She asked me if I "Played?",
knowing damn well that I did.
I said, "I might,
if the price was right."
(But I had already lost my soul
In a previous fight.)
"I don't have no money,
a job, or a home.
I'm just a Gypsy Bard.
Born for the song,
and the road.
She said, "Well that's fine,
yes, that's quite fine.
I'll still make you mine."
And she did,
the Morning Star
and she did,
My Morning Star.
Author notes
Posers suck
Written December 31st, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Midnight (contest) by Edge of Dreams.
300 points, ended January 30, 2005, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh wow, so you have met her!
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I only had a problem with tasting sulfur, I would have used phosphorus instead.
[Latin Phosphorus, morning star, from Greek, bringing light, morning star : phos, light + -phoros, -phorous.]
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This was really good.. I really enjoyed this piece.. I would love to be able to write songs like this.. anyway..great write..
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you'll be fine, either way, and that
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awesome~
Oh
When I click on something of yours to read I am never disappointed
This was fantastic and I loved it
Will have to come back and listen too it when its not so late
Hey keep me in your thoughts today I go for a Pet Scan they are looking for live cancer cells in a nodule on my RLL they just discovered
but this my friend took my mind off my troubles and I want to thank you for that
Hope all has been going okay with ya
Love n hugs
Susan~~~~
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Ooh...this was both wickedly pleasurable to read and a finely crafted piece to be proud of! lol I loved the allegory presented here, the sting of hellfire marinated by a devilish grin, lol. Very exceptional in both flow and rhyme...this one I could really sink my teeth into!
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Lol, never have the words 'most sinful monk' sounded so great. Barbie. Xx
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yes, I wrote it, sang it, and played the music and recorded it. the whistle however was from the gay guy down the street (just kidding) lol.
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That sounds great - is that you singing and playing? I think I've fallen in love with the song, although, at first it sounded hilarious, by the end it sounded fantastic. Barbie. Xx
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when you get a chance, listen to the song.
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Perfection
Wow, finally something beautiful and worth reading. I really really like this, especially the first stanza. Some really refreshing lyrics with great imagery. This looks like a bookmark job. Barbie. Xx -
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This was really good! Is this a song you wrote yourself or is it from one in particular? Anyway, thank you for entering and you did a great job!
Megan -
Thank you.
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This is another one of your lyrics that I like. Very imaginative. I like that it tells a story like it does. You have a real talent for songwriting.
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http:/www.mp3.com.auHorus8
you can hear it there, until I do it again in another studio.
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This was awesome, honestly. There're so many different meanings I feel like I could find in this. I've reread it twice, and plan to do so again. It flows so well, I'd love to hear this to music. The couple repeating lines in there really made it feel like a song, you know? Anyways, though, it had a very haunted kind of feel to it, to me, and the fact that you made it from your point of view made it a little more emotionally appealing, in my opinion. A very original write, keep it up.
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Cool lyrics
Ooooh yeah! Rock'n'Roll can steal your soul! Great lyrics - great poem (and I'm a sucker for those Devil/bargain stories). Very nice write. -
i dont think he's wearing a headband, i think they're a pair of sunglasses.
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it seemed like a different world again reading this. liked it of course...liked the picture at the top which reminded me of a scultpure skullpure .. its a beautiful picture. goes with the poem... as though you are hunted.
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Strangely, this sorta reminded me of a dream i had a while back..where..i though i'd woken up late for a funeral, only to realize that i hadn't, and only to have it click, whilst driving down a highway with a dark man with long hair in a convertible, that the funeral was mine. and that i was on time, and going towards it.
unfortunately...noone ever made me theirs.
Nyx...
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