The Tragedy

Grief continuing, clouds descending Your will to die, Fettered by life. Veins swell with pious blood, light shines through cracks in leaves Sylvan branches rustle softly when the nascent night breathes. A tortous path carved by rows of lilacs, what excites their pale dead hue The rose hands her head in rue. A harrowing night in May, the 23rd day of whispering rain Cascade over foreboding thoughts and drown these smiles that express disdain. He trembled as he sighed, His memory effaced by frames of death and lies. His life viewed from afar, His wrists carried a myriad of fucking scars. Rosemary evergreen and safe hangs 'round the asylum of my threat. In rememberance of his breath filched by a tousled, hanging rope. Four walls became your empty coffin In a reclusive grave built by the sea. Sixteen tears have caressed my cheek A lone anemone, you've abandoned me. Door creaks open Your corpse is found. Death begins Sorrow abounds.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Dusk kisses the nape of her neck and holds the night in its lovely hue Skin mirrors the face of bright stars and leaves the day in unending rue. Eyes swim with red torrid approach, but feign the sky with a caustic stare Lips as full as the river in Spring quiver new in the greyish air. She floats over water, brings her sorrow to ashen lips Drinks grief from a ticking past that makes her sick. Days stained with guileful innocence, The wind kisses leaves, but brings no cognant recompense. A sigh from the lips of her mouth now escapes A blink from the lash of his eye now placates. But the tears fall like rain spewed upon arid ground And the storm cloaks the fervor of the love that abounds. I sleep beneath a sky suffused with black She whispered in my ear, "Will love be back?" Wake in the weakening arms of future's hold Stare in the frozen pond of dreams untold. Sift through diurnal moods that impede sleep Forced to endure the throes that vows do reap. Please let me sleep in forever's grace, Let me kiss the tears that stain your face. Heal the wounds of mine that fester now, Tend my wretched heart that beats somehow. I sleep beneath damp earth Your hand in mine. She whispered in my ear, "Our love conquered time."

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025