Hate of Heaven and Love of Hell… In shackles falls the bride today, in love she pleads her fate, For alone on earth, a man turns blind, much aware yet unawake. While in front of her, a book reveals the truth of why she lives or dies, Her man on earth clasps the scripts, in binding loneliness he cries. Falls upon her the Divine light which floods her emptiness and she is whole, He sleeps on streets, walks bare feet, welcoming December’s cold. And never did they reunite, for he died too old and she too young, He dies a beast to sins for her, while she dances Heaven’s spring amongst. --------------*-----*-----*---------------- A nimble heart did beat for him, when she couldn’t even speak, He saw his way into her life, better someone than none to meet. Tedious days led her to fall for him, and love him so, What did he care, when he had another, how much could he know? And when they walked the aisle, one falsely, one slave to him, They kissed once last, when another appeared, and called upon the Grim. He was slain there and then, then embarked his journey to hell, And never did they reunite, for in heaven she was to dwell. --------------*-----*-----*--------------- It’s never this way, when you truly love, then why does it seem like? If I would love or betray, would hell be my final dive? Ornamenting the dying grass, I lay bare upon it, a refugee to bliss, Wondering about hate of heaven and love of hell, and of my dead love like this. i hope you enjoyed it. comments will be extremely appreciated.
*deafening applause* It's beautiful. I can't help but feel that there should be another verse, but it's still perfect the way it is. I love the story it tells.
Sorry that this is so late, but you commented on a lot of my poems so I didn't want to let this one slip by. I really liked it. Although a few sentences felt a bit too long, I am just looking for somehting to critisise. I enjoyed hte whole concept, somehting original. I wish I could do that instead of repeating the same old cliches poem after poem.
esaul17, you make me sick. don't try to be all nice, man. there has to be more to critisize. thanks for your comment though. and don't oblige to comment on my poems. i really love yours so i comment on them. they are amazing, you know...