The blade on my flesh
Playing a deadly tune.
The deafening silence each sound creates
Resounding through the room.
The clash of the cymbals
As the steel meets the veins,
As red begins to rain.
A frenzy as the bows
Slash the strings of violins,
The sweet music purging us
Of all of our sins.
A waved of hushed happiness
Overtakes the excited crowd.
They watch in awed silence
As the conductor slowly drops down..
He lays on the ground
Arms weeping with honey.
Sleeping for eternity
After his suicidal symphony.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|The Lost Girl (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, November 8 2005, 12:31 am|
Your poem was set up so greatly. The way it is written reaches. It's beautiful.
|Rick (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, November 8 2005, 04:19 pm|
In the end the pale rider rampages its death.
|Emma (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, November 8 2005, 04:48 pm|
Ooooh! Nice.. apart from the storyline. o_o But I like the way you've twisted it as if you have an audience and how you've changed it to like musical stuff as if it's like a melody and like a harmony to you. Thats how I see it anyway. :) Good 'un.
|Taylor james (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, November 11 2005, 03:50 pm|
ireally liked this poem,especially the last stanza
|Marissa (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, June 2 2007, 07:16 pm|
Awesome. I really feel it.
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