February 19, 2008...8:35 pm
Maiden of Mist
She wanders from tombstone to tombstone
Shedding a tear or two at each stop
Sometimes tracing the engraved stone
Feeling the memories left behind by the departed souls
Dressed in black, veiled from head to toe
Eyes clouded in a Night-shade musslin
No Woe nor Pain they now display
A grey as morose as the deepest Depression
She hovers above the alleys of Sad bouquets
No love nor Adoration she feels for the blossoms
Lively colours of the buds a painful contrast to her mourning
A paradox bereft of any poetic magic or enchantment
A Ghost some think she incarnates
Foerever haunting this desolate cemetery
But an earthly-bound spirit she never was
Aye, Flesh and Blood she is made of
“A mourner, crying the souls of her beloved ones
Lost to her among the fires of the Atrocious Strife
Each day her world witnesses no light of Hope
Tears and Sorrow, the Fate of this Maiden of Mist.”
19/02/08
5 Comments
February 19, 2008 at 11:21 pm
sad is the fate of the maiden of mist!
February 20, 2008 at 9:40 am
“If it can make you sad then you have done you job.” In this case you have but good work.
February 20, 2008 at 9:57 am
Quite a dark poem.. it’s very beautifully written, I like the poem. a bit sad tho…
February 20, 2008 at 7:48 pm
Thanks all
And you’re right, it IS a sad poem…
February 21, 2008 at 7:07 am
A very good and sad poem.
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