At night, when the moon is full
Glowing bright and round
The breeze begins to pull
Autumnâ€™s leaves unto the ground
Evilâ€™s mistress has come awake
To wander the garden, Death
Alone and time forgotten
She sets to finish her quest
Phantom lunar beams shine down
Casting shadows in which she hides
Whispering a curse upon the house
That burnt her Life in lies
| i feel like I've been touch by the night, when i read your work. The hint of death and the completion of the where that came from ,, your on a go them here , story it up. The next ,"chapter" of "Black Witch", should be a rant.|
|| Posted on 2017-07-14 00:00:00 | by teika5 | [ Reply to This ] || Brilliant! A perfect piece for Halloween (my fav holiday). I enjoyed this poem because it tells a story...it sets a mood (and it isn't over powering)...and it leaves a little mystery for the reader: who is she? What happened to her? What will she do? In fact some of those questions are answered...in a subtle way.|
I also like how you have woven in the moon...my favorite season (autumn)...and is it just me, or is the "garden" a cemetery? How very macabre :) A garden of death...lovely, just lovely.
This feels like an E. A. Poe piece...so I congratulate you on conveying similar eeriness as some of his work does.
Thanks for sharing!
|| Posted on 2017-06-27 00:00:00 | by krs3332003 | [ Reply to This ] |