Yay, poetry. ^_^
Here's one I wrote recently, it's called Laera.
And I will say if anyone steals it, I'll effing murder you.
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Laera
Death did still my trembling heart
When with Laera it did depart.
With ashen wings it did eclipse
Her azure eyes – those pouting lips!
What right has claimed their sanguine hue?
What office left them cold and blue?
That breath has ceased to from them sluice…
Laera, Laera! My own lips to loose…
A sigh and shudder flees my frame
Whene’er my mind recalls that name,
The days She whiled whilst in my arms,
Pulse impassioned ‘neath Her charms.
Oh, the humour with which cruel fate does dote –
What one hand gave the other smote!
Rent joy went when desire met plot,
Through which brum bereavements and adieus are wrought.
This plot stole the flutter that within me was wont,
And made of a garden a benighted ghoul’s haunt.
With ivy thus courting thee, Laera my dear,
No sun, moon, or star can scatter such drear,
No light pales the pall that thy passing has left –
No song stirs my spirit…only thou were so deft.
Death did still my trembling heart,
And yet unplucked remains the dart
Whose potion twined one soul of two,
Unfreed before the parting cue.
For though repose thou do naught but,
Thy azure eyes have never shut –
In dreams I descry the tranquil gaze
That marked the finest of my days.
The weary sleep that woe provides,
Like nepenthe that from Poe hides,
Knights this mind with visions rich,
But ne’er again have I heard that pitch
That once wove melody with arachnid skill –
The song that midnight skies would fill.
How lithe the silk of song thou poured!
How sweet beyond the craft of chord!
No note string made could supplant the seed
That every breath watered with loving heed.
Only in the fleeting reaches of dream
Do I glimpse those lips and, if derf fates so deem,
The last dulcet remnant of Laera McGee –
I’m in love with a phantom twice torn from me.
