A Silence Anchor
By Paradoxology
~ A Silence Anchor ~
“I prayed for love.
The Lord answered my prayer.
The answer was no.”
Part I: Sonnet of the Battlefield
Warm torrid streams torn from veins, pouring blood
Cold steel swords flashing brashly as one
Hacking off heads like the wings of a dove
Pounding the Earth for the last kingdom come
Laughing like kings in a brothel of Rome
Killing their own in the blackening sun
Dashing with glee through the guts on the ground
Frolicking ’round in the deepening blood…
Now when the last mortal falls with a scream
Falls on her sword as she cries to the Lord
Slashed fetal gore tumbles out on the mud
Ending her midwinter slaughter-night’s dream
No one survives to revive all the fun
Earth is in silence, in blankets of blood
Part II: The Scarlet Princess
Oh Calliope’s dark anon
The melody has left your song
A masqueraded suicide
Adultery…Aborticide
When blood was in the script unseen
An angel wiped the pages clean
From scenes of horror undivine
Which none but I has ever seen
Adultery!…Aborticide!
The silent truth I can’t unbind
With all my strength I tried to breathe
To leave this body unentwined
In masquerades of matricide
The morgue where I was sent to die
With children who were born to bleed
But never can remember why…
This blood is on my mother’s breast
Her hate for me became the night
My lost, unbeating heart was seen
When demons wrote my script unclean
Adultery…Aborticide
In masquerade and shadowlight
How can I love thee? Let me count the lies…
Echoed by silence, enthroned in red ice
Comments on "A Silence Anchor"
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On Friday, June 1, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
You're so witty about satire goth.
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A former member wrote:
The last two lines really packed a punch and drove this epic poem home for me. Love can turn into hate, and then it becomes lies just to conceal the hate. I do hope that you plan on staying a while and I get to see more of your work. Welcome to our midst. Rebs:).
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On Sunday, October 8, 2017, Paradoxology
(14) wrote:
Thanks, I'll see how it goes...
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On Friday, October 6, 2017, bpathos
(77) wrote:
They say when God closes a door he opens a window... sometimes it seems the roof is ripped off. This work made me think... I liked it.
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On Saturday, October 7, 2017, Paradoxology
(14) wrote:
And other times it seems like the whole house has been ripped off, leaving only the foundation. Maybe that's why it's better to build on rock and not sand... Thanks