Description: Kind of a haunted story, I guess it could be a very sad song, I don't know, I just was feeling kind of evil and so I thought this up, I really like it, it's sweet, in a gothic sort of way.
The Wooden Bird -------------------------------------------
Silent steps give nothing away
Boards creak to kiss and tell
As she walks, the curtains sway
The wooden bird emerges to say it's twelve
She turns at the dining room
Into the kitchen, she grabs a knife
She reminisces of the gloom
She screams his name and takes her life
The alarm rings with sudden dissalution
He wakes, grasping for her feel
She is not there, and he can't find the solution
He walks down, and the wooden bird lets out a squeal
Blue silver eyes pierce his heart
He wonders why
The questions rip him apart
Then he wishes he would die
A knife lays burdened
With this heavy load
Crimson rivers burned
In the eyes of the wooden bird
I like this allot. Poetry like this is really not my taste, but I see it as an Edgar Allen Poe type of adventure, and in this genre Poe is the only one that I enjoy, and now you. Some lines are choppy put just a smidgen off, maybe others wont notice it. Really who cares this is very good ,and I added it to my fav. list.
ooo. This is pretty evil and gothic, like you said in your description. And haunting, yes, haunting indeed! I do enjoy the line *cough cough*... that is, as much as one can enjoy a story of suicide. But the whole bit about the wooden bird squealing and what not... well that is the haunting part.
However, the flow was a bit choppy. I think if you spent a bit more time on it...evening it out and so forth, it could be even more haunting and powerful.
Anywhow....Just kind of gives you the chills!