Death of a Gentleman
Vision-less by the mirage of pure bliss,
What lies between us, a forgery painted by your hands.
Once tickled solely by your touches,
Now shared with tainted flesh.
Restless, I am lost upon the mattress of games.
Deluded into thinking your love I had obtained,
Instead it is me who has been played,
A subservient lover within your harlot masquerade.
Pompous and poised in the public eye,
A maniacal fiend in the blackest of nights.
Raping the life force deep within me,
Until satisfaction was found by the sight of my hollow shell.
Sadly you mistook me as frail and weak
For chivalry is dead, his heart I now keep.
No longer bound to your bed of servitude,
Finally free to find true love anew.
A contest entry
- Options contest by FleetingImage.
500 points, ended November 23, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything Your Heart Desires by Rhapsody.
550 points, ended December 27, 2008, 98 entries
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Comments
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Wow. I like the words u used. Amazing. Good luck.
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beautiful poem i must say and brilliantly worded form start to finish...good luck.
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