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Click hereSoul blessed
By the rose of darkness
And kissed, with small silver spoon
I hide, under veil of shadow
In gaze, of ecliptic moon.
Came dawn,
The disguise of twilight
Take the pain, subside, drift away?
Did knife of thousand demons
Come and steal my life today?
Sweet peace
My solace, in vapours
Rise high, with the silver tide
Mind crest, in dream unconscious
And yet, be the Devil bride
Be gone
You weed of dark lightness
Give back my night sweet caress
Pure snow is my salvation
And dark, be my wedded dress.
You haven't lost your touch for spidery-gothic delicacy. Very strong visuals that tell a story without narration. That's good poetry! xo, A.
Winehouse is such an odd (and talented) creature. You could actually do a series on her. Just an idea.
Beautiful poem! I love the wedding metaphor... Hope all is well.
QP