What awaits you

 

 

It was many moons ago I walked the grounds with you
Upon the hollow earth where secrets lay beneath
buried, were the moments that were born
our legend
Times when angels roamed and demons lurked upon shaken promises
Shattered was the sun upon moments of walking on glass and tantalizing mysteries
I walked there once and held your hand
Do you remember me?
I was the witch that was kept secret in the palace so that my life may be spared
A kiss stolen by the garden when no one was looking
neath a waning moon where we made love there against the stone cold walls of the palace
You brought forth the hunger that lives inside
Once bitten and cold breath upon my neck
Waking to a new day when the sun no longer was my friend
betrayed, but loving you
betrayed, but needing you
Breath no longer but memories they hold a place within me
I was born of a long line of Witches
I stood and watched in the shadows in the time of 1642 where they burned those innocent women and men in Salem
I screamed silently and then I remembered you
I walk in shadows dark and I live upon the feast of many
Wondering where you are and what became of you
Wandering the earth lonely and soulless
Make a wish come true
do you remember me?
Or was I just a pleasure of sick fantasy once upon a waning moon where you took my breath and left me to live an eternity of watching many come and many go
Alone with guilt
Alone with shallow graves and promises in vain
I search for you
And when I find you
A stake through your heart for damning me to this eternity of darkness
I roam the night
And I will find you
Do you remember me?
Because I remember you
I live for the day that I see you again
Revenge will be sweet
Your karma awaits you and your karma is me

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Wow, I can't believe I missed this one. I love a good tale woven into the fabric of a poem, and this one was full of magical imagery and emotion. Hautingly beautiful; direct, poignant and boldly original.

I stood and watched in the shadows in the time of 1642 where they burned those
innocent women and men in Salem
I screamed silently and then I remembered you -- totally transported me to 1642 with these lines...the journey was blindingly haunting.

Well done! A favorite of mine!

[Lostangel]

Thank you!

[NA]

Oh I love this Tammie...dark, haunting..beautiful :) x

[Lostangel]

Thanks sweet Raven!

[A.J.]

YES, YES, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Lostangel]

Thank you... I will be posting more poems, just moved from another site, so I have many... :)

[A.J.]

same here.. Im a newbie myself.

[Lostangel]

Well, I'm glad we are friends :)

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

A jilted lover...melancholy, dark, and foreboding, just the way I like 'em!

[Lostangel]

Thanks Sharon, I am getting the hang of the site now...I appreciate your kind comment! Smiles, Tammie