Changeling
Green eyes swim through the empty black,
A ghost of a child stares solemnly back.
A cradle once rocked and a mother cried
As the Devil crept into her little girl’s eyes.
Death offers her rest and easy release,
A scarlet pool rippling, promising peace.
‘Teach me devotion, for I fear it is gone;
Write from the silence and sing me a song.
Create a kingdom about you. For me.
You cannot leave. You have to live. To be.’
The beauty is cold, frozen under his touch.
Silent eyes, endless forlorn, free from the clutch.
The little boy grasps at her delicate skin
And enfolding her whispers, ‘She was my sin.’
26 Oct 2007 11:28
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i like i like. gets a wee bit stilted in the middle, but i think thats just the rhyme scheme you know?
‘you cannot leave. You have to live. To be’
real nice. makes me think of christina rossetti, which is something that should be done more often.
sam
28 Oct 2007, 23:32
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