To catch your prey. To fold your mind.
Sat, 29 Mar 2008 at 01:29pm
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Turn away from fairness,
Then fold what fuels your mind.
The corridors are silent,
They wait here; dark and blind.
They can see you hurt her.
But they won’t watch you take her soul.
Her clean heart lies infringed,
By yours; a poisoned chalice.
Corrupting what was chaste,
With once unwelcomed malice.
They can hear her calling.
But they won’t heed the hummingbirds.
Between Heaven and Hell,
A hiatus was sewn.
Her crimson lips are lost;
You steal them for your own.
They can taste her spirit.
It’s time;
They drink her passion’s sins.
This ill-divining chasm-
Endless burning lust,
Black ice disguised the feud that hid
Beneath the Earth’s hot crust.
They can sense her; young, distraught
The prey was chased. The prey was caught
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Fascinating rhyme scheme here, and it doesn't feel forced at all. kudos to the hours of revision that must have gone into it. also, thanks for all the votage.
That was really good. To gave wme this picture in my mind and I love poems that do that. Ohh and thanks for the advice on the poems :)
the rhythm was especially good in the first stanza, degrades a little bit for the sake of the poem later on but as a whole tis truly beautifully put together...
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