Beauty graced the halls; candles were lit. Entrance was crowded with the higher class, light glide of music to sway the mood. Upon the decorations, the consummations, the gowns of beauteous portrayal, as of the couples entwined in dance, one stood apart. Dressed in apparel of a goddess -- Enticing formation engulfed in ashen silk layers, attracting many an eye. Collared jewelry seemed to ablaze astonishing porcelain silhouette, embracing entire neckline. Graced cascades reflected gallantly unto the shimmering light's core; pearls of black's eye twining within strands ever so amazingly. Caliginous formation within the female's grace were to indeed attract, gentle smile upon such a pale physique -- Terrain of surreal extravagance in plaid resulting. Merely attempting to serve those, politeness created its aura around the female, enduring to engulf that of a male beside as well. Smiles were exchanged, as the woman turned away; Beyond the back neck vision, the man seemed to catch a glimpse of deep red scar upon the neck of the woman, as of the lines from rope's doing. The man arched a brow, once more grasping the woman's attention with the question about the scar. The woman merely smiled in deaf tone of utter cluelessness. The man thought this was just a mute to his finding, and found the solution of pointing out the neck itself. Doe eyes of the purest ebon widened and attempted to conceal neck as though something were exposed that should not have been seen. And yet the female seemed happy- Always smiling. The man's attention was grabbed for but a moment, a young boy snatching his money purse, but as the man turned back to gaze upon the painfully beautiful angel, nothing was there. Before he left, he inquired about the unique woman, that no one seemed to ever hear or see of.
------- Author's Notes -------
This has no meaning whatsoever, just a result of my boredom. Just like posting this.. o-o;
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 07:22 pm|
I can envision an upperclass (royal) family in Midieval times, having a ballroom party! You have the touch of Edgar Allen Poe, and other famous poets before our time.... I love the entrance, of people of beauty (men and women) in their finest apparel, getting ready for the evening event! Truly enchanting! You're really great! I enjoy reading your work! Smiles, Meridian
|Scorpio (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, July 29 2004, 12:38 am|
I have always had a lingering sensation for the aristorat ways, since I am a descendant of a Lord and Lady from Europe. My taste is always a bit expensive, along with my fascination over unrequited love and the supernatural. That is truly a compliment to me, for I am a dear fan of Edgar Poe's work. When I write my stories, I hope to add as much of the aristocrat's beauty as I see in them so the reader can envision this paradise. Thank you very much for your comment, I really enjoyed reading it. Smiles in return.
|Lea (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, May 24 2005, 05:17 pm|
i love it! you should be a writer! the whole scene was amazing, and the self portrait of the woman was unique and new. i loved it. keep up the good work.
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