Pit of Solemn

 

****READ 'PESTILENTIAL SOLEMN' FIRST****

 

Pit of Solemn
By: Adam M. Snow

 

I hold dear, a beating heart in my hand
as I stood still on shifting sand.
But the stars around me hid away,
their light has vanished upon this day.
Alas, the chains which binds my heart and soul,
rust away to a shade of rustic coal.
My heart now fades as my hand be empty;
I traveled this world on a bitter spree.

 

I was approached by a women, in white gown she worn;
her face was that an angel, her eyes of bitter scorn.
Out of her mouth flew a melody tune,
a beautiful song sung so croon.
The music so pure it tranced my being;
it blurred my vision, I am without seeing.
This siren song has called to me;
curse me now, upon this blood red sea.
But as I go, my wake fell upon my essence,
but this holds dear to me no convalescence.

 

****TO BE CONTINUED IN 'SOLEMN SERENITY'****

Author's Note

This is a poetry series called 'Series of Solemn' and there will be more poems, each continuing from the last. So read the first one before you read the next, because you may just miss out.

Reviews

[StarNinja]

Approached by a "woman"
Her face was that "of" an angel
I'm not a big poetry guy so I can't comment on your interpretation of universal truths codified by human language, but I thought the imagery was okay. Anyway, keep on writing.

[MOON]

Poignant lovely write.

[Coyote Poetry]

When we follow the siren song. Could be a bad ending? The powerful description create a vision of beauty and temptation. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[MoriartyMesa]

I know I am behind, but from what i see there are a series of questions I feel I should ask.