Shadowed in purple eye-lids
weighed down by the need for
something more; like feverish
search for salvation in a world
where chains are fashionable.
Lay me down to rest, like bleak
solitude amongst the emptiness in
the sky- butterfly kisses cross
with the syncopation of the whispering
winds through the petals I grasp so
desperately...
The cold cement plays fire in my
hair and the crescendo of a requiem
drifts through the black tears
staining porcelain faces.
Sleep now and forever hold peace
Author notes
Option 3
Photo cred: Requiem of a Butterfly by =tb-black
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A contest entry
- everyone loves an options contest :] by etoile.
300 points, ended September 9, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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The cold cement plays fire in my
hair and the crescendo of a requiem
drifts through the black tears
staining porcelain faces.
Sleep now and forever hold peace
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i loved that part.
great take on the picture.
i really liked all the imagery in this write.
thanks a lot for entering and goodluck
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The cold cement plays fire in my
hair and the crescendo of a requiem
drifts through the black tears
staining porcelain faces.
oh wow.
I think you're going to win this.
this was BEAUTIFUL.
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