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Mien of the Minstrel's Song

Contributed by gravehorn on Wednesday, 31st January 2007 @ 03:07:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

When mid-winter nights yield ill fated frights
And ghosts of the countess appear.
Rich masquerades hide beyond lush furnished tides
While Tarots proved only their fear.

Lights born of the fires for funeral pyres,
While bodies danced calmly the carrion ball.
Necrologies read at the entreaties of dead
Minstrels who answered the clarion call.

Austere gaze from the wall scorched blaze
Calmly crowded the quiescent room.
Though full to the seat, the ballroom’s entrete (1)
Was welcoming ghosts of the loom

An undead charade of serfs underplayed,
For servants had all gone on home.
Only guests remained, their skins half feigned
From spells read out of the tome.

An enchant sang aloud to unravel the shroud
And to animate life further more.
Though rotting had slowed the gashes still showed,
As well as the ageing they bore.

A rampant salute for the minstrels repute
And soon the arduous music was played.
The cold stiff cadaver, ‘though dipped in the laver,
Soon thawed and the corpse had then swayed

Dancing in tune, under light of the moon
Shining red through the blood stained glass.
A waltz then a rave, and then onto the grave,
Where under the stone and the brass

They lay fast asleep while they quietly weep
Sad songs of their former light.
They stay lost and decayed until futures abrade
Has called them hither in night.

1. Entrete: the entrance hall; the foyer.

Copyright Â© gravehorn ... [ 2007-01-31 15:07:03]
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Re: Mien of the Minstrel's Song (User Rating: 1 )
by ChenoaShiningwater on Monday, 24th August 2009 @ 07:38:59 AM AEST
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I have read a few of your pieces now and I am captivated by everything about the way you write.
This is no exception!

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