With the growing melancholy every second
She sat by that solitary tree
Agaze at it's reflection
In the moonlit lake.
Was she an uncouth avenger
Or a lost grieving soul
She bore the semblance
Of a story untold.
Long flowing hair
Dark laden eyes
Frail hands
Jaded legs
Her benumb face glistened in the sanctimonious moonlight.
I see her lips move
I can't fathom what she is trying to say
I catch a fleeting glimpse
As I walk deep past her amidst the shadows
I see that tear drop make its way to the sodden ground
I see those eyes as she sets her gaze upon me.
O'h that frozen moment
My heart writhes in pain
That face
O'h that human face.
I remember that day
When I sat there by that tree
Staring at it's reflection
That blood sodden ground neath me
That obliterated murder
O'h now I remember
I feel that tear drop make its way to that sodden ground
As I behold my last existence.
4 comments:
Aaah .. This one here is one of your best..and Darkness at its prime.
simple and yet so beautiful imagery.
The DEPTH and yet so comprehensible..
Good one :)
ahem...ty :) so did u read all?? :P
U act as inspiration for my new blog.
happy blogging
Thanx! :)
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