Beneath the earth that my tears wet
with the love untimely taken to the grave
lies my bride never to be once more,
Engaged to nightly air
that enraged my troubled soul
with a heartbeat never felt before,
Here my lover lies laughing so lyrically
at my hands stained with life that is
not my own,
Here-see the how it drips from my nails-
just as sorrow from my eyes as they speak to
the moon that has long since been snuffed out,
just as she,
Hear them now-
"through trust and lust
we turn to dust,
all may sleep from
dawn to dusk,
and be disturbed
beyond the grave,
and unto life
we turn to slaves."
In starlight I am not worthy
to call myself living,
for as the dark around me
I am without the moon,
Of whom which smiled upon
me in terms of endearment,
I gave her a home beneath the earth
and with my life I end my worth.
Author notes
I apologize for the remorseful story, but every time I listen to this piece a scene of a grieving man singing to his lovers burial beneath the moonlight just pops into my head.
A contest entry
- Moonlight Sonata by Mainzy.
400 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Don't appologize for doing precisely what I asked
I wanted you and everyone to listen to the song and write what ever flows, if what you see is a greiving man singing than that's what you write. I really enjoyed when you wrote " Of whom which smiled upon me in terms of endearment" Thats my favourite line so beautiful. Thank u for the entry in the contest!
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Very interesting imagery here!
The final two lines really bring the whole
thing together. It is remorseful, but
very pleasant to read. G'luck in the contest
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