Thought I'd "treat" my few new friends to some poetry today.
Would LOVE to know what you think
This one, is called Banshee.
She watches from afar,
Watches as I walk my path,
Watches as I find my way
to her.
The mother of the dead,
Calling to me,
Guiding her children home...
Aged by desolation,
Bathed in
the blood of a thousand generations,
Shes calling me home,
Calling me home...
As shes singing her lament,
Performing her prestigious sacrament,
She dances on my grave,
Now Im her slave,
But I digress,
She beckons me to rest,
As I go to die,
I heed the banshees cry.
Under her decaying wings,
The sound of mourning softly sings,
Apparition of terrible guise,
That in my mind is sanctified,
She speaks to me,
She speaks of home...
I watch her rise above the mist,
She reaches out and I subsist,
Watch as she dances in despair,
And then I choke upon my prayers,
Into the void,
She guides me home...
Perfume of poison,
Chokes me from within.
Dead fingers like ice,
Crawl over my skin.
Eyes dark as night,
Stare into my own,
Embraced in her arms,
She takes me home.
Would LOVE to know what you think
This one, is called Banshee.
She watches from afar,
Watches as I walk my path,
Watches as I find my way
to her.
The mother of the dead,
Calling to me,
Guiding her children home...
Aged by desolation,
Bathed in
the blood of a thousand generations,
Shes calling me home,
Calling me home...
As shes singing her lament,
Performing her prestigious sacrament,
She dances on my grave,
Now Im her slave,
But I digress,
She beckons me to rest,
As I go to die,
I heed the banshees cry.
Under her decaying wings,
The sound of mourning softly sings,
Apparition of terrible guise,
That in my mind is sanctified,
She speaks to me,
She speaks of home...
I watch her rise above the mist,
She reaches out and I subsist,
Watch as she dances in despair,
And then I choke upon my prayers,
Into the void,
She guides me home...
Perfume of poison,
Chokes me from within.
Dead fingers like ice,
Crawl over my skin.
Eyes dark as night,
Stare into my own,
Embraced in her arms,
She takes me home.
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harly:
Awh thanks. I'm writing a quite... explicit one at the moment. It's taking a lot longer than most... trying to be careful with words. Don't want it to sound too vulgar, if you know what I mean?
skaldish:
LOL I'm assuming the modesty is meant for more general audiences than SG. 
I've never really ventured to writing more explicit poetry. It takes about nano-decibel of 'perve' to make a dude look creepy so I just stir clear of it. To be honest, I haven't written anything new in about 5 years. I guess my creative fountain ran dry for a bit. Hopefully we will get to see it when your done!
I've never really ventured to writing more explicit poetry. It takes about nano-decibel of 'perve' to make a dude look creepy so I just stir clear of it. To be honest, I haven't written anything new in about 5 years. I guess my creative fountain ran dry for a bit. Hopefully we will get to see it when your done!