Her silence is sharper than a scream;
nothing lives in her shadow
except the despair of the loneliness
that she can steal from your dreams.
She wears souls as necklaces
in memory of nothingness,
paying tribute to putrefaction,
to the corpse king in his grave.
Forlorn and frosted impurities,
accusations chasing lies;
amidst the dancing of hypocrisies,
she charms the dead to slowly rise.
I look upon her vision of faded grace
that can freeze the boldest blood,
to dance with her in mists of death
should tear my will apart.
Once Lilith stood as she stands now,
naked in the winds of Eden;
dignity raped for choices of freedom
and cast far south of Heaven.
She clutches the world to her breast,
squeezing it dry of innocence
in mockery of her penance
and remembrance of her beauty.
Through it all I dance the dance
of a wraith caught in her train,
awaiting a trinket of revenge;
a serpent freed from rusted chain.
Author notes
Prompt No. 7:
'She was divinity's creature that kissed in cold mirrors, a queen of snow. Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry- sought her everywhere. Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian Nightmare....she was Ersulie posessed of a milky white skin,
my porcelian of Yin- a graceful Angel of Sin. And I embraced where lovers rot-
Her ghost in the fog...'
Her ghost in the fog (my favorite parts) Cradle of filth.
I'm not sure about the title I have used for this piece, I just couldn't think of anything.
I thought I would go with gently, or subtly dark for this piece, kind of like the prompt itself. Hope it is ok, my writing still just seems a bit off at the moment.
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wow this is just stunning!
as always I can come to your writes
and find brillance
love and blessings
Rend
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You have some amazing imagery throughout this poem, and flow is perfect too. I don't listen to Cradle of Filth, but after reading your poem I at least want to hear the song behind this write. Well done and good luck.
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Amazing. breathtakingly beautiful. I am inlove.
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7- ' She was divinity's creature that kissed in cold mirrors, a queen of snow. Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry- sought her everywhere. Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian Nightmare....she was Ersulie posessed of a milky white skin,
my porcelian of Yin- a graceful Angel of Sin. And I embraced where lovers rot-
Her ghost in the fog...'
Her ghost in the fog (my favorite parts) Cradle of filth. -
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Just to let you know that I dont have access to my computer at the moment and wont be able to get back online properly until tomorrow or Tuesday, so I will definately try and complete this piece when I get back online.
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