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Resignation
Contributed by
Brandyx7
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Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 08:38:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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It is again a wintry night
I sit alone with candlelight.
Through open fields I once did roam,
Yet now this ruined castle is my home.
I traveled across the countryside,
Searching not for a place to hide,
But searching for a warm, soft bed
Upon which to rest my weary head.
Months ago over misty moors,
With cold, stiff hands I pounded locked doors.
Turned away by vacant stares and fearful eyes
And forced to endure my Sisyphean ride.
Stumbled through ancient forests of naked trees,
My feet benumbed by the rotting leaves.
Then I climbed over jagged boulders,
While cold granite bloodying my fingers.
During the autumnal vespers
I sought shelter in Earth's deep caverns.
With the soothing rumblings of violent storms,
I'd light a fire to dry my bones and keep warm.
Rain fell within and flooded my soul.
My heart became as black as coal,
And yet I chose to still continue
My long and dire search for you.
But with the creep of winter's chill,
I sought a better place to dwell.
Beneath frost-covered trees and snow-capped spires,
I found this place in which I can retire.
My chamber warmed only by a corner fireplace,
Though with open windows, I still feel cold on my face.
And two candles dimly light the desk
Upon which these dark and bewitching words rest.
Crumbling walls and crumbling towers
Define my home these brooding hours.
While echoes of my dying cries
Haunt me with each kiss of twilight.
To you I sing lengthy and painful hymns
And churn out tired requiems on my weeping violin.
My miserable and woeful recitations
Are wed to rapturous bleakness birthed by lamentations.
Isolation, loneliness, and menacing despair
Have replaced you, my lovely immortal, my lady fair.
Without your presence I cannot hear you breathe,
So sleep does not come so easily to me.
A piercing frigidness hangs about the firmament
Like the icicles gripping tight the battlements.
I only hope to see you soon,
To end the somber nights in my anguished room.
In this great artic land, a cold wind wails
Through the windows, causing my candles to fail.
My only light now is the spiraling flame of the fire
In the corner; I shiver in frost, while ghosts play my lyre
Timbers moan under the weight of the snow
As the wind continues to forever blow.
For now, my journey is done,
But I shall wait for you, my beautiful one.
Copyright ©
Brandyx7
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2005-04-24 08:38:59]
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Re: Resignation
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by pixie on
Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 09:55:10 AM AEST
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a good write, that was too long for me personally. for me the length took away the impact of the write, it would make a good story tho
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Re: Resignation
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by Dawny on
Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 11:59:20 AM AEST
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Nice imagery and flow, the rhythm loses pace in places, but its well written and has ommpphhh!!!
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Re: Resignation
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by grim6669 on
Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 01:16:12 PM AEST
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i like it......when i read it, it's kind of like getting lost in a fairy tale........good job......keep it up
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