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Here within this onyx night Pours the moon's enchanting light Upon his pale translucent form Slain by this his evening storm His skin a pure and gleaming white Torn and stained by his long fight No one left by him to mourn The death of one so newly born Killed by the most familiar hand For reasons we don't understand Cloaked within this onyx night Bathed in moon's absolving light Free from all of life's frustration Released by his annihilation Lay a man we never knew Who never loved and never grew Stolen by the hands of death Having heaved his final breath Laying here in silver light Swaddled by this onyx night |
Wow.. I love the flow in this. A common structure in poetry but you make it so fun to read. I absolutely enjoyed this to the end. Great rhyme and your ability to tell the story through out the piece so clearly is a real talent. "Here within this onyx night Pours the moon's enchanting light Upon his pale translucent form Slain by this his evening storm" What a magnificent stanza, almost too great. It would seem, for most people, the rest of the poem would be dwarved next to it, but you follow up with such great writing. My favourite part was: "Free from all of life's frustration Released by his annihilation Lay a man we never knew Who never loved and never grew" Great, truly great work.. I will definately read more and I'm tempted to add this to my faves. I'll check out more of your work when I get a chance but, if it's anything like this you've got a fan. I have some suggestions, but nothing can really be improved in this poem. Thanks for sharing! | Posted on 2006-05-09 00:00:00 | by heartlessname | [ Reply to This ] | |