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Oh Lord ! What was that place !
Alone I was in an octagonal hall
All surrounded by empty corridors
In front of me a gigantic statue stood
With a handsome face,serene expression
Exuding unmatched peace...ashen eyes
His long , curly hair covered the shoulders
......a dense mass of small spirals.
Who could surpass him in grandeur ?
Every moment I saw a new beauty in him
And thought I had met him before..
Perhaps in a dream......
Perhaps in a previous birth...
And he called me back to his tomb.
Suddenly, I felt, earth violently shook
I had to run through secret royal chambers
Stumbling madly on queens' baths
Through the sprawling ruins of
Crashing wealth , power and art...
And,yes, I had seen before fainting
Those gothic arches collapsing on me...
Here I lie unharmed, uninjured
Surrounded by concerned sisters
Who report with smiling relief
That a curly-haired mysterious...
Serene and eminent looking man
Brought me back from death's imminent grasp.
Speak they while removing blood-stains
From my face , arms and hands
And urge me to change my
Blood-soaked clothes if I feel fine.
"Blood, so much blood !" I inquire
"where is the wound...."
"Wounds are all his" comes the reply
"and blood is all his....."
" It was he who profusely bled..."
| WOW! now that was a great story!!! I love|
how she ran and rad and the description of everything as she ran was wonderful! The ending capped it off perfect. Great write!!!
Thanks for sharing.
|| Posted on 2007-11-28 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ] || Parul, this is powerful and amazing! The story of you, overcome by love, and he, wounded by love! |
Kahlil Gibram wrote in "The Prophet"
"For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning"!
This is a beautiful and enveloping prose poem about Love! Well done! Bravo!
|| Posted on 2007-06-28 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] || Wow, this is probably the most original Christian poem I've ever read. If I'm correct and the part about "him" bleeding being Jesus Christ, then I appreciate the subtlety and the angle you came at it with.|
If not, then I have no idea what this is about.
|| Posted on 2007-03-08 00:00:00 | by Lilith Tolsky | [ Reply to This ] || I loved this! Usually I don't get into gothic writes, but this pulled my interest in with the title and I can say I wasn't disappointed. Definetly going on my favorites.|
|| Posted on 2007-02-15 00:00:00 | by poetic_tragedy | [ Reply to This ] || A surprising touch, your choice of words. I'm trying hard to compare it to something but it slips out of my grasp every time. It seems like a little bit of intrigue, a bit of our good old fantasy and even some psychological undertone to go with the inner dialogue of this central character that dominates through the poem. Of course, the slightly macabre and intentionaly darker atmosphere is hard to miss and it fits this piece perfectly. What surprises me to no end is this fierce attention to the details. You're extreemly good at those. Impressive.||| Posted on 2007-02-15 00:00:00 | by Porcelaine | [ Reply to This ] || This is a beautiful write, don't mind if i ad it to my favorites ||| Posted on 2007-02-15 00:00:00 | by forfila | [ Reply to This ] |