You gently stroke the keys of a broken piano
singing a voiceless song
shadows waltz in the pandemonium of sin
desires hidden for too long
The touch of your pale skin
such purity so far
your bottled selfishness
alone, keeps us on par
I lust after you
to taint your very being
yet your pain, pains me
and sends my demons fleeing
I love you like a rose
its beauty mocked by thorns
a love painted with black
adorned with a sea of scorns
To love you, would be sin
but I do, so very much
will you promise me eternity?
a love as dark as such?
I loved you I love you
I loved you I love you
I loved you I love you
I loved y
I
Deep within the crevice,
of a tower of brier
a girl lay trapped,
within a dark desire
acquiescent to the lies
around her
tainted memories
slowly begins to blur
II
Forever dethroned,
to no more but ash
lamentations in vain,
blood stains the velvet blue sash
when will you come rescue me,
dearest prince?
for so long I have waited,
for you since
III
I seek out the light,
that shines through the curtain
The wonders out there,
brings hope I am certain
may it be your warm hand,
that takes me away
your sugarcoated lies,
that leads my heart astray
IV
Oh dearest prince,
I dream of you every night
your sweet
The flower in the shroud by AdeliseEclair, literature
Literature
The flower in the shroud
I
A scream echoes,through the hollow morn
duty withheld, to be forever sworn
the eyes that glow, in the morning light
take me away, from the eternal night
II
The voice within, its songs resound
enticing my soul, calling me to the mound
I feel its grasp, gaping near and near
tell me the secrets, of the voices I hear.
III
Pain sings a song, like an eternal sonata
heart's sentiments compare to a spring born narra
let reality be soft, like the "piano" in a tune
drip....drop.....fall tears the shade of rune
eventually
all your thoughts will turn to dust
and like smoke they'll weave away into thin air,
leaving nothing behind
but a few ghastly embers that float away in the swirling wind
and that's when you'll wish you had captured your beautiful flames
and molded them into words
golden, pouring words
phrases in which your thoughts could breathe on, immortally suspended in the air we swim in
for your thoughts are stinging and urgent now, but in time
only pure words will preserve the blush of fires
you stoke in the corners of your mind
that
Skeleton fingers dance across ivory keys,
Wringing out a tune of terror, loss and pleas.
The melody swoops and soars high in flight,
Haunted and beautiful in the still of the night.
It snares the bitter and broken and holds them near,
Singing its promise of revenge in their ear.
They're a procession of the beaten easily caught;
Long written off, left for dead, and allowed to rot.
Bruised faces gaze up at their new master;
He bangs the keys fiercely, harder and faster.
As the crescendo builds, so does their rage,
Screaming and beating at the walls of their cage.
Cold dead fingers storm over splintering notes,
A song that rises and
they say he rules with an iron fist,
the winter king in all his glory.
close the shutters and bolt the doors,
his majesty visits tonight.
he looks for children out of their beds,
and women all alone in the dark.
close the shutters and hold them close,
his majesty visits tonight.
they say your tears will freeze on your cheeks,
and your lips will be blue as you scream.
close the shutters and stoke the fire,
his majesty visits tonight.
if you hear a knock, knock on the door,
then crawl quickly under the bed.
close the shutters and pray for mercy,
his majesty visits tonight.