To kill in the depths of this empty stare As the bleeding hearts ne’er cease to pulse And a warm steam rises into the air, For charm and good fortune have forsaken thee. Aye, to love whilst living in hopeless despair Has proven to be an omen of misery. And as I gaze through such glassy eyes in the night, Tis remembrance that woes my soul- Calls thee back to that court so bright. For what home have I? Moments long forgotten- No, in my fiery will, I shall recall, and live to tell, Perchance, to see beatific visions reflect upon the emerald sea While shards of frozen glass wash ashore Amidst this mind garden, smothering the burning tree A pain swept across thee suddenly, shattering the sky; To die; return thy soul from this haunted eternity. Alas, the wind has shaken the fire to coal; Deracinated the tree of life, spun it in the distance; Lifted the waves to the clouds, as nature, Blackened by the darkness opposite the light, Will have, on thee, taken its destined toll. So to live, in such cruel ways of fate, Is to lie with the truth on the edge of possibility, To be slaughtered in golden slumbers, To be cast from this universe, expelled from reality.
The picture in your sig almost puts visualization to your style. Clustered but fluent, everything has its place. Incredibly detailed, as a whole its beautiful poetry. Great stuff. Abstract. I like it a lot.
I enjoyed this very much. I really liked the use of old style language. It seemed really fitting given the content of the poem.