Her

She stands in the window, a bare sillohette in the night,
cold darkness devours the brave,
her embrace kills those who look.
A portrait painted with blood, she smiles -
from time to time.
Her name carved into stone,
her heart melted by the storm.
Look inside, deep,
you can see her.

Reviews

[c.m.]

I love the "she smiles- from time to time" part. Sounds like me. I love this, because there are so many ways to take it. You conveyed such meaning in such a short poem. That's a good skill to have. Awesome job.

[Southern Cross]

Strange, I interpreted it so differently...I say this because of the lines " Look inside, deep,
you can see her." There seems a longing or need to see her for something beyond her beauty.. to melt her stone as her heart has been. Just my take ...

[light and ashes]

Very interesting poem, it is about of a vampire or some other type of evil woman maybe a murder? Haunting write, very nice.

[Dominique]

Gives me the chills too! Very creepy I like it.

[Sleeping Maiden]

Haunting.. a bit creepy.. i like it. It gives me chills. ha ha.
great write!