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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1827318
Metaphorical on loss; Dante sonnet, villanelle, pantoum (composite)
Heathen fingers of frost flaunt
Dainty murmurs in cessation
As the evening, weak and gaunt,
Revels in a new sensation.
In haughty pleasure came the taunt
Though it's no consolation
There is no elation-
A wound impossible to staunch,
A second late did her shield rise.
It hurt me more, though, and
Any claim false are lies.

Rain cast tears beneath those eyes
Crumpled frozen in the sand,
Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies.

Light summoned the dawn, bereaved
Lonely roses lie about without a care
Yielding with unduly deference
As the night was fading fast

In order to blanket the prize
So I hope you'll understand,
Rain cast tears beneath those eyes.

Lonely roses lie about without a care
And I fear to say my knees were weak
As the night was fading fast,
Such solemnity just couldn't last!

She lay distraught but couldn't rise,
So all the flowers in all the land
Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies

And I fear to say my knees were weak,
Still laden heavy in disbelief-
Such solemnity just couldn't last!
A wound impossible to staunch

Was struck that day, as such lies
The truth. Winter raged and
Rain cast tears beneath those eyes

Still laden heavy in disbelief
When I took the blade unto my heart,
A wound impossible to staunch-
She stirred and Rose

But couldn't shake the sorrow in my eyes
(But an hourglass with little sand).
Kneel low as the bloodstained flower dies

When I took the blade unto my heart,
Yielding. With unduly deference
She stirred! And rose
The dawn, bereaved.
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