Wandering endless through streets impure
Breeding distaste and hate
With the filth that rots them
Like a lost Lenore they wander
Alone, alone
Wondering what became
Of the beauty
Now so carefully dressed in darkness
Thoughts blackened screech silently
At a moonlit sky bleeding inside
Thoughts hover like a cloud of disdain
Fading slowly black to grey
Ignored and abused
Weeds feeding the glint in the ravens' eye
With silvered tears drenched the morn
The mourn of endless insanity
And how delightful the midsummer breeze!
That blows the last feathers
Of long-forgotten hope agust
Blown to the glowing sea
Enshrined in the dancing candlelight
Lighting the lilted angel lore
Resting in peace for we shall know them
Ah - we shall feel!
Nevermore ...
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A contest entry
- In Your Head by Candyknife.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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WOW!You're are brilliant and this poem is magnificent!I love the metaphors and wouldn't change a thing!It's perfect as is!
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Dark and thought-provoking, puts the "Poe" in poetry (LOL!) I enjoyed this quite a bit. A great read!
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interesting...
as if trubute to edgar allan poe
i like how the makes images shift in your head, and can be interpreted in so many ways
good job
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