T'was moonhigh and bright
When she stepped into the light
Purple patches under sunken eyes
Ragged yellow strands hung
Like overcooked spaghetti
Hands twisted, stiff with dried blood
Scars from wounds past
Glistening against her chest
Broken bones healed on their own
Awkwardly, she limps along
Humming softly to herself
A song only she could hear
Her story shattered against the darkness
Like the shards from a broken mirror
And so it was over, over it was
They found her lying in the gutter
No whisper of breath
Nor beating heart
Who was this tragedienne
Deciple of the dark
The Raven above
How he mourned the loss
His soul; his very being intertwined
With the body of the beloved
His NeverEverMore
Comments
dear RoseBlack,
this is a poem that E.A. Poe would have been proud to have written! I felt the stirring of the poet within me rise up into my chest and thrill to your words. I like your title and the smooth flow of the body of this poem. my favorite lines are:
The Raven above
How he mourned the loss
His soul; his very being intertwined
With the body of the beloved
His NeverEverMore
*hugs, Cat
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Hi Cat
Thank you, once again, for the high praise. My alter is within this particular piece. I had forgotten the release in letting your alter take over once in a while. Glad you enjoyed
hello RoseBlack,
does your alter have a name or is it secret?
*hugs, Cat
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Hi Cat
In prior times, she had a name. I haven't quite decided if that will stay the same or if she has morphed enough to warrant a new identity.
I recognize...
the personality, but cannot say if she has morphed enough to warrant a new name. Smooth and terrible at the same time.
The Raven still flies and flaps his way through your tales like a sign that points to lost souls. Good Stuff! ~ Geez.
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Hi Geez
Glad you enjoyed. I'm thinking the personality has stayed the same. The Raven, an ever present entity, has taken on a masculine form. Perhaps we will see more of him in poems to come.