Oh Woe, crow wallows
with the Jerusalem Nightingale
Tempests bellows in the desolate darkness
hath binding bone to stone with thunderous chains
Brother's blood spilled, doth stains the dust
as He struggles to escape the ensnarement of rust
that doth tie his body to the Rock
where the ravens eat his brains
Hollow gardens of Nightshade and Asphodels
Here lie Abel and Cain
with heavy earth on their souls
Dirt is crowded with worms and gloom
The soil is a womb and tomb
and death undoes the great births
from which seep the sinner's souls
A contest entry
- I want to see your muse flowing by the-gifted.
900 points, ended September 8, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites welcome.... by Luckintheshadows.
500 points, ended September 10, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oooh..*chills*..this is so creepy, I love it!!! The imagery of this piece, coupled with the classic english is just so amazing! And that last line? Absolutely masterful. Thanks for sharing this, and taking the time to enter my contest,
Luck. -
wow! this turned out to be different then expected. I see your muse works well with you. I find the way you brought it all together and ended it with the last line just is perfect. good luck in the contest.
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Modernist to the core...Capitalizing "he" implies God or Jesus, which is beyond disturbing in that sentence. A whirl of classical, biblical, and mythical allusions this poem is. Peace
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