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''Necropolis...''
Contributed by
xMizeriex
on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:18:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The lych gate chain has been shattered,
And
Feet patter through a ghostly yard.
Brushing through rime,
As a cat through thr golden corn fields
of midsummer.
Bathed in phosphorescence,
Willow-the-wisps in the ebony paved
skies of winter.
Their words are spoken in tongues,
Poetry,
Written by the Gold leaved scribes of he mind.
Faces hidden beneath the cold blanket of night,
Yet their eyes are like crystal stars in an azure heaven,
And their hands are red with blood and guilt.
They arrive like a bustling church at our head stone,
They run vermillion fingers over our epitaph,
And our sacred words drip as if written in paint.
Our skins are as wilted and desecrated as
Rose petals in sand,
Sifting through the gilded hour-glass of time.
We are the muse,
Creativity in a grave,
Our coffin fit for inspiration.
Coveted like redemption.
They are avaricious in our demise.
We are the Nereid's.
As beautiful as doom.
As dead as faith.
And now...
The dirt has been shifted from our
splintered oak sarcophagus,
And there is nothing between our
'six feet under'
And the crowd at our tomb.
As our rest in peace is broken,
For now we lay.
Exhumed.
(c) Bethanie Martell, 10th December 2004
Copyright ©
xMizeriex
... [
2005-02-02 06:18:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: ''Necropolis...''
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:45:18 AM AEST (User
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brilliant, creative, and clever... keep writing:) hugs n' love nessa
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