Edge
Edge
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She feels the urge to paint a world with blood.
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
She dreams a world of red in every shade,
Would banish all the rainbow if she could.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.
All trust now shredded, reason torn and frayed,
A hollow corpse where once a woman stood;
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
A tortured love, deceased and now decayed;
From drop to river, now a salt-eyed flood.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.
All options spent, one judgement to be made
It matters not for evil, nor for good;
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
A price to pay for selfless love betrayed,
No question in her conscience if she should.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She watches moonlight dance along the blade …
<Deleted User> (8943)
Tue 15th Mar 2011 21:46
Very moody & dark, what is this style of poetry called (at the risk of showing my ignorance)?
The pain is palpable as is the despair, beautifully written.