Like a cloth of woven gold,
the sun shines through your hair.
With your grace and elegance;
leaves none that do compare.
I’ve heard a tale of your heart,
expelling black when ever used .
Leaving men stiff, with no breath,
is that which you’re accused.
You have no gentle touch of night,
they beg to smell your sin.
The death you serve into their lives
it comes from deep within.
I swear to you I’ll do no harm,
is whispered as you kiss.
Bleeding the soul, of all mankind,
who die so you exist.
The queen of deaths distorted views,
ensnare the poisoned mind.
Heaven and hell mixed with life,
that you have intertwined.
The table is turned a voice rang out,
you gaze toward the sky.
My angel has fallen, the shame is mine,
I sentence you to die.
I pray you lord but one last kiss,
our ecstasy to meet.
She smiles again as she does look,
his body at her feet.
Author notes
Option three, all words, China in title only, fitting though. (Bosiarbooger)
A contest entry
- " If You Were Dead Or Still Alive " by Asabouros..
700 points, ended August 18, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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*nods* hm, I like this, I really do. The message is a little haunting as previously said. There are some odd parts where you fluctuated between using "her" and "you" Which is disrupting in my opinion, maybe you could change the phrases to match up, or separate the parts which use different pronouns Over all very nice, good usage of the word bank
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Thank you, again pecans, Boogyman
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Breathtaking
never say you're an amateur after writing this hauntingly beautiful poem. Well this one is a winner in my book and I wish you luck in the contest. God Bless,
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