Oh forbid me, forbid me to see,
From behind the curtains of mystery,
That mirror, which hangs, alone,
What truths has it known!
The image of corrosion, left to die,
Stares back from its clear edge,
What terror meets my anguished eye!
A face unknown to beauty’s hand,
Where hate, and spite, and vainly thoughts,
Have laced a silken, dirty strand
To the spirit once filled with joyous youth.
I hide, as filthy cowards would do, from truth!
With illusions’ smile, I bring,
Ladies with soft, brightly skin
Beautiful maidens of spring,
Whose innocence ignores my sin.
I have lied, and cheated, stole their hope!
Brought their beauty down a slippery slope,
Pushing them into a treacherous hole,
Now tears only wet their innocent souls!
The skin turned dark, devoured by worms,
From empty, dry sockets they squirm,
Crawling to the empty, shriveled smile,
Whose words speak only vile.
I bend my head, slave of selfish desire,
My body, engraved, in beauty shines,
My soul, far dead, burns in Satan’s fire!
A contest entry
- Dead Poet's Society (the awakening) by Dark Otter.
1000 points, ended July 23, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yep!
You nailed him in a beautiful dark and twisted way. I think this is a strong contender as a first impression. I like your style and your rhyme. Thanks for a great entry.
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fantastic! nice form, good rhyme scheme, great imagery. the second to last stanza is so grotesquely revolting, in good contrast with the elegance of the rest of the piece. the poem grabs the mind and doesn't let go. nicely done. bon chance in the ocntest. peace
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