The Ashen Girl

Oh, the Ashen Girl . . .

Oh how I wish melancholic skies

bled not on the guilty hands of I

for there amid the sleet shredding earth asunder

was an ashen lass left to wonder

accustomed was she to ash-woven shrouds

so often in truth, no different were these clouds

she surveyed gloomy atmospheres for hints of light

and did not leave even when one was of no sight

yet no matter if thunders roar or cyclones twirl

never was I to be abandoned by that ashen girl

alike to the heavens who've lost their place in the skies

sunlight had done the same in the ashen girl's eyes

I was no longer a storm but to her nothing more a mist

of which licks the frosty skin of her wrist

no more did she mind as she endured the agony

nor did she cheer to the existence of me

slowly did she age with a heart scarred by cold

that of which was granted by my soul

presently was she in need of the cure

crafted of the sunlight so pure

and I was not the carrier

but rather the barrier

reluctant was I to flee

and allow a lover who was not me

to serenade the ashen girl worthy

of what I am not: glee

at the price of a happiness that I could never be

Author's Note

I think I'll rewrite this later. Let me know if you want an update on it.
Photo courtesy of WikiME of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Craba]

wow another strong write, I like this. You are very creative and talented,
keep writing always.

[Baby Ricochet]

This one's going in a different direction for you but that's not a bad thing. I post something funny like "Where are we eating" then follow it with something tragic like "A day that went badly wrong" so I like this from you. It's softer without the violent metaphors I associate your work with. Great job Tai and yes I would love an update.

[Tai Ryens]

I do find myself associating with either the darkly enticing poetry I so often write, but seldom find one worthy of presenting; and the ranting of the love-lorned, love-lost conscience of me.