ArtKing1239 Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 *Note: This poem is completely improv. I don't do it that much, so I decided I would. I started with a title, and am now going to let my words flow. Hell, I don't even know about the rhyme scheme yet... (if there is one) She is Beautiful Dark eyes of liquid, sanguine tintMilky skin smooth to the touchShe tastes like ambrosia rained upon my lipsShe is Beautiful Dying for the sins of men on earthLiving to drink of a cup runneth overShe wants what she has with a wordShe is beautiful Her heart forsook keeping trackThe ichor in her veins runs coldShe is a martyr for unwashed handsShe is beautiful Her life runs through memory foreverHer life is ash in an ungrateful windShe dies not in my heart, which she'll never knowShe is beautiful Uh... the end. And thanks to whomever told me about forsook... I like it :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AdamNeko Posted January 23, 2004 Share Posted January 23, 2004 That's just beautiful, Artking. The symbolism that you've used just was so heartfelt. It seemed to me that the speaker is describing his love for a woman, who had become a vampire (Morrowind kind), and was lamenting having to release her from her undeath. Your poetry stirs the soul, friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ArtKing1239 Posted January 24, 2004 Author Share Posted January 24, 2004 Thank you for the support! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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