Miraqariftsky
2008-01-11, 12:43 PM
High noontide, golden glare
Choked with tide of despair
The land gasps a mortal cry
Agonized waste screams, “Fie! Fie!”
Grey groaning wind of burned bone
To horizon long has flown
Black lightning roars
Scarlet storm pours
Mausoleum’s maw vomits
There arise from darkest pits
Choirs of the damned dead
With horrid hatred fed
Rotten tongues, at high Heaven fling
Searing sorrows’ songs and shrieking sing
In my hand there sways a rose that was red
Within nerveless fingers withers a rose that is dead
Petals, once fair, now flutter on a wind of woe
Heart’s blight, in torrential tears does flow
The flower fair and foul does crack
Ragged riven in wrongful wrack
I strain against monstrous manacles
Wrothfully wrought, these sinful shackles
Of rotted, ruinous rosevine
Thunderous thorns exact a tax so fine
Of worried wounds and gushing blood
Debt’s collateral rushes in a flood
The chain of rosethorns
Here bares its horns
Serpentine and sinuous, I am strangled in its coils
Forth from mortal coil, my blood boils
Unending pain in every breath
Kept alive on steaming meth
Now is paid the due
But I have naught to rue
Dragonsteeth I’ve sown,
With martyrblood grown
‘Tis a rose so red
No longer dead
Tentative title: Noontide Night
Work still untitled, and unpunctuated... mostly.
Posted while incredibly sleepy. Please forgive me.
Written in just under an hour while hungry.
Goodight y'all! Happy reading! Please don't forget to critique! Thousand thanks!
Choked with tide of despair
The land gasps a mortal cry
Agonized waste screams, “Fie! Fie!”
Grey groaning wind of burned bone
To horizon long has flown
Black lightning roars
Scarlet storm pours
Mausoleum’s maw vomits
There arise from darkest pits
Choirs of the damned dead
With horrid hatred fed
Rotten tongues, at high Heaven fling
Searing sorrows’ songs and shrieking sing
In my hand there sways a rose that was red
Within nerveless fingers withers a rose that is dead
Petals, once fair, now flutter on a wind of woe
Heart’s blight, in torrential tears does flow
The flower fair and foul does crack
Ragged riven in wrongful wrack
I strain against monstrous manacles
Wrothfully wrought, these sinful shackles
Of rotted, ruinous rosevine
Thunderous thorns exact a tax so fine
Of worried wounds and gushing blood
Debt’s collateral rushes in a flood
The chain of rosethorns
Here bares its horns
Serpentine and sinuous, I am strangled in its coils
Forth from mortal coil, my blood boils
Unending pain in every breath
Kept alive on steaming meth
Now is paid the due
But I have naught to rue
Dragonsteeth I’ve sown,
With martyrblood grown
‘Tis a rose so red
No longer dead
Tentative title: Noontide Night
Work still untitled, and unpunctuated... mostly.
Posted while incredibly sleepy. Please forgive me.
Written in just under an hour while hungry.
Goodight y'all! Happy reading! Please don't forget to critique! Thousand thanks!