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Author: rememberplaydoh
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Ah...where to start....
This poem began with two sketches, a man and a woman. I named them Dreogan (I pronounce it Dray-OH-gahn) and Caliana (Cal-ee-AHN-a) (Sufferer and Pain).

As for the structure of my poem. The first letter in each line of each stanza, combined in order with those that follow, spells a word. (It's called an acrostic). First stanza spells Dreogan, Second - Sufferer, Third - Caliana, Fourth - Lady Pain, Fifth - Forsaken, Sixth - Now Dying.

Note that the second and fourth stanzas are the meanings of the names found in the first and third.


Darkness - it is blackest night,
Rolling mists encompass all,
Electric energy surrounds,
Opaque clouds roll across the sky.
Gale-like winds disturb the trees,
Arching their strong boughs.
Now shaking, they hail as their Lord:
...Dreogan - the Dark Knight.

Shrouded in his blood-red cloak,
Unshaken by the midnight storm,
Fearing naught he roams the earth,
Forsaken - hurt by those he loved.
Evil lies behind his eyes,
Reigning all within his flesh.
Empty and devoid of hope,
Rage consumes; he suffers yet.

Close behind and unbeknownst
A dark and brooding beauty
Listens to the Dark Knight's cries,
In silence, grieving at his loss.
A flame within consumes her soul
No remedy can quell the blaze,
Alone, yet near the one she loves,
...mourning wand'rer - Caliana.

Lachrymose she follows him
Along the twisted path he treads,
Drowning in her brackish tears,
Yearning to relieve his pain.
Pallid face, eyes dull with grief,
A mournful visage to behold,
In and through all pressing on,
Never yielding - Lady Pain.

Forsaken, both, they toil on,
Oblivious to all but pain.
Reverberating, wailing voices,
Screaming, crying, yet unheard.
Aching, Caliana weeps,
Kneeling, reaching for her Knight,
Expending gaugeless energy,
Naught profits; she remains alone.

Now blind to love, in pain's embrace,
Open hands aren't seen by him.
Wand'ring onward steadily
Death creeps behind, remaining close.
Yearning after her Dark Lord,
Inside, love's tight'ning stranglehold.
Near to each other, yet so far,
Grieving, press on...'til they die.

Submitted on 2006-09-14 03:33:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I'm just going to come out and say it. I'm a vocabulary whore. And, the vocabulary that dripped through this piece, had me drooling.

*Wipes drool off your page*

Doh, you not only released so much yourself with this, but through the.....heartfelt languistics, you just smacked me in the face. The picture you painted. I could see it all happening and it was almost as if watching a nightmare. Seeing the darkened, male figure staggering, moaning in pain, in a dark cloak. Oblivious to the pain he leaves behind. That broken figure following him, knelt down on the jagged path she followed him on, gracing it with her tears. Holding out her hand for him to find when he turns back finally.

You have truely managed to go into my heart and you have hopened me.

*HUGS YOU* I <3 you.

| Posted on 2006-09-15 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ]
  "Lachrymose she follows him
Along the twisted path he treads,
Drowning in her brackish tears,
Yearning to relieve his pain.
Pallid face, eyes dull with grief,
A mournful visage to behold,
In and through all pressing on,
Never yeilding - Lady Pain."

i lvoed this stanza i do not why but i could get the ideas coming to my head and i actually can relate to this, it is a great write... doh, i really love this idea and the message and names behind the paragraph put me closer to what you wanted to say ... a great write and keep writing and well if you have time please takle a look to my writing i would really ap`preciate it if you leave a comment.. thanks for sharing
and have a nice day
take care!
peace and love
| Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by vitoko | [ Reply to This ]

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