Poem : Despondency's Knight
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DespondencyÂ’s Knight
No good moon
Ever shines over my heart,
For the pitted nature of life
Hath trapped me in its depth.
Since I descended
Into the hellish fire of
Despair.
Once I stared at you,
Calming and ever present.
Now your unwitting malevolence
Threatens to bowl me over.
This undertaken journey to
Walk your dusty ground.
Lore of times
Through
Mined hallways of the soul.
Crippled acuity
And molted action
Forming a weave
Of inspiration.
Barbs vocal and visual,
Fly inside and around
The firers slam and belittle
Forgive them for they know not,
The Value that I cherish,
Much more than the
Torn blanket of insecurity
Which you cling to.
The littered pathways
Of your life,
I yearn to sweep them clean.
Yet I am encumbered
By the silly vortex which
Repulses me,
A fierce face,
Masking the self
Of my once and future rose.
The stentorian hymn of
Great intentions
May go unheard for ages
Still I abide in my gossamer
That it will govern
Your salient features
Not one scar. -
The impression I have after reading this poem is that I have just emerged from the darkness of Moria. Somehow it remains me of Lord of the Rings. My imagination is really out of control.
One of the darkest but yet enchanting love poem IÂ’ve read.
Just some questions,
How do ‘Crippled acuity’ and ‘molted action’ form ‘a weave of inspiration’? And then, I realize, why not? Inspiration can also be born out of imperfection.
‘Barbs vocal and visual’, the word ‘Bards’ in this sentence, are you referring to ‘hurtful remark’ or are you referring to ‘a poet’? (Have you being influenced by Asterix and Obelix again?)
‘By the silly vortex which
Repulses me,
A fierce face,Â’
Just wondering whose face are you referring to? -
About the barbs..they actually are certain sad and really painful things that I felt and experienced, nothing to do with poetsOriginally posted by DeadPoet:The impression I have after reading this poem is that I have just emerged from the darkness of Moria. Somehow it remains me of Lord of the Rings. My imagination is really out of control.
One of the darkest but yet enchanting love poem IÂ’ve read.
Just some questions,
How do ‘Crippled acuity’ and ‘molted action’ form ‘a weave of inspiration’? And then, I realize, why not? Inspiration can also be born out of imperfection.
‘Barbs vocal and visual’, the word ‘Bards’ in this sentence, are you referring to ‘hurtful remark’ or are you referring to ‘a poet’? (Have you being influenced by Asterix and Obelix again?)
‘By the silly vortex which
Repulses me,
A fierce face,Â’
Just wondering whose face are you referring to?
.Well, I guess I've really been in love and hurt by it to an extent that I feel really cold and sad, but somehow I still find within me the strength to continue loving the muse who inspired this piece. -
oic.
By the way , by any chances were you trying to create the image of a spider here?
'Still I abide in my gossamer
That it will govern
Your salient features
Not one scar.' -
Yeap.The image of someone caught in a trap like a fly in a spider's web.
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Hahaha.Originally posted by LazerLordz:Yeap.The image of someone caught in a trap like a fly in a spider's web.
No wonder every time I read that particular stanza, an image of a spider will pop into my head.
I don't really like spider.