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She The Tree

She The Tree

A Poem by TheOther

Her silken black hair flow in the air when the wind rages.
Such grace as tears caress her perfect face.
Her grey eyes a work of pure silver
and lips so luscious begging to be kissed.

She stands by the lake and gazes past the moon.
Upon the highest hill that’s where she prays.
In her ethereal gown she dances and I am mesmerised,
by a nymph of the night, a monument of living art.

She must be a dream and cursed I am,
for witnessing such brilliant beauty,
knowing it shall never be mine.
I cannot take my eyes off her.

I pull out a dagger to cut her heart,
the one I was never allowed to have.
Her life of innocence is fading away.
She looks at me with eyes screaming pain.

I looked away to avoid her stare,
out of guilt, out of despair.
Zealous vigilance has poisoned my mind
It came to the worst, I took her life.

Blood of purity poured in my hands.
I am a sinner but she has saved me at last.
How could I kill what I have loved the most?
I weep on the ground and a tree is born out of her blood.

© 2011 TheOther

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Hello The Other,

Or if I may Christina. I must say you and I have done this dance a number of times, and you have always been very loyal to do review for review. So allow me to thank you for that first. It is much appreciated.

Secondly, I have to say I love greek woman, they have a natural beauty about them, one that is second to none. So delicate, yet pout up the most fight when they have a wire around their neck. But anyway,

I do enjoy your taste of murder and violence. So beautifully done, yet so tragic that pity was felt for prey. Personally, if you chose to kill you have to look at the victim as an object or else it gets difficult....course the thrill becomes more exciting.

Such a beautiful read, such a great write. Well done my friend.



Posted 9 Years Ago

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What a suprise ending! Unrequited love is so painful, and here, it was so painful that a life was taken. But I liked how you represented that life goes on , even when wronged, by the birth of the tree. Interesting concept.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Your imagery is vivid - this reminds me of a folklore tale, really well penned

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