Poem -
The Renascence of Bathory
Like 1 Pin it 0Dark is the abyss of our dreams,
The passion before the eclipse,
Cold is the melody of love,
Once they fall upon the winds.River they called into the stream,
As their queen lay upon the sea,
Rough the storm became as she,
Opened her dark, vile sees.I saw her legion of immortality,
Diving deep into the creek,
Their lust of blood ached through the chill,
As she risen upon their eternal sins.She was pale, the winter fay,
The essence of the illusion ray,
A goddess of silence and vanity,
Reborn she was into my dreams.
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Comments
Hey GOLDIE!!!........ this is pretty wild.......... first, the way you spelled renascence........ isn't that the old school word for rebirth or birth of creativity (something like that)....... second, wasn't Bathory that countess that turned out to be a serial killer back in the 1500's ?........anyway, maybe I'm wrong......... but this is a VERY compelling write.......... well conceived and beautifully delivered............ well done........... Love and Rockets!!..........T xo
Indeed it is the old school word for rebirth :) well done there Tony, I am very happy you have enjoyed my little poem.
Hello! Goldie, This is quite a good one... yes I do believe T is right about that Hungarian countess serial killer, Bathory; a mean one....such a tight spin in your flow and killer tempo; no pun intended....all in all this is really powerful; both in intent and construction, connects to the reader...you can write poetry, no doubt....cheers
Thank you very much Christopher for the kind comment, I am glad you have enjoyed this little piece :)