Description: I wrote this as an extra credit assignment for my English class; it correlates with "A Tale of Two Cities."
Yes, this poem seems random and the structure is completely unrelated throughout.
I'd just like to point out something: in the end of the third stanza, the "casket of vermouth" (pronounced 'ver-mooth') is a reference to one of the most famous scenes in "A Tale of Two Cities": when the wine casket breaks in the street, and all the peasants and poor people nearby stop their work and run to scoop up the wine running down the cobblestones (however, in the novel the wine is red wine, as in to foreshadow blood, rather than vermouth...but the latter seemed more fitting in this poem). Enjoy
La Guillotine -------------------------------------------
She is the cruelest painter,
with a heart of steel
that cleaves all life from Man.
A demonized seductress
at whose feet the damned
kneel for a final bow.
Her erudite glint serves but a stint
in the silence of the grave;
where the Moon dare not shine, nor the stars to align:
her name but a whisper concave.
From once darkened gardens to
the rustling in the trees;
therein lies a temple's ruins
of Mephistopheles.
This lonely devil rakes the souls of Youth:
while his lover, that dark Temptation,
wounds them open like caskets of vermouth.
The human heart now
stands defiled (from whence
it beats, it fades and bleeds).
For her coming is bereft of reason,
and the land is shroud in treason:
this was the victory long pursued.
For now the tumbrels roll,
filled to the brim with her console.
The crowd deadens for this forecast:
Her razorblade has once more prayed,
and her laughter now is not her last.
Submission Name: La Guillotine
