The Day Hope Died

"half the time the world is ending, truth is i am done pretending. too much time, too long defending--you and i are done pretending." (a backwards poem.)

.05 this is your crime, this is your penance: you will be cast out for destroying something so precious. you knew the consequences long before the sin, therefore long will be the hopeless decades of your suffering, of your punishment. .04 when they all turned against her, when you gave her that poison kiss, her innocence was lost, her delicate wings broken. her world was shattered, and she was left between her fairy world and this world. between home and nowhere, neither accepting her, neither willing to let her go. driven out, driven mad, until she had no other choice. until she silently died out, for hope of a better life, for no other reason than to escape. .03 you used her innocence against her, you knew she couldn’t see you clearly. she only saw what she wanted, she was blinded and misguided by the loneliness of being different. by the time she realized, it was too late. .02 the sky and angels cried the day her lovely eyes met yours. others know of the Serpent’s Son, others call you the Devil’s Child, but so quietly, she never could hear. so she never knew of your intentions. you knew exactly how you ensnared her, in the forest of your snake-green eyes. in that single millisecond, she was lost, she lost the battle, and she took the bite of the forbidden apple. .01 she wasn’t of this world, she was more. she was made of dreams and air and imagination, lace and innocence and light, and fields and fields of wildflowers and of daisies. she was fantasy, she was ecstasy. an ethereal being, an angel, a fairy-girl. each day of spring and summer, she’d dance to each of the trees and sing the leaves into being. she was a child in an unforgiving world she was innocence in white lace, it was necessity that gave birth to her it was human nature that needed her. [and though it was evil that hurt her, it was love that killed her.] [but she found hope in that bittersweet heartbreak, and she was born-again, free of this rotted world.    for that, i have to thank you. for even with         your malicious, venomous intentions                                          it was you                               who saved her.]     Awards The grim reaper's muse Aug 13, 2010 Define Dying. The Day Hope Died

Author's Note

Personification of Hope and Hate. It actually won a contest on dA. It's backwards--05 is the ending and 01 is the beginning. [Sort of.] The brackets are just... floating. if that makes sense.

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

Beautiful piece... this was one of the titles that I simply could not take out of the Finalists, when I had to pull someone else in to help me. :)

Beautiful imagery and personification. The meaning behind it was subtle, while remaining apparent... great exploration and different style. I have nothing that I would even consider changing about this. Gorgeous write.

-Coral-

[SM Davis]

Congrats on your win! I was more than immensely impressed with your work. Not an easy task. You earned the first place ribbon...thank you for submitting this into the contest. An enjoyable read.

[Just Brooke]

Interesting format. Unique and beautiful imagery.

[Just Me]

That was really beautiful. It was just so amazing. I loved it.

[Jesse Jacques]

this sounds so sad. but it's wonderful. have you ever published anything?

[Tala]

Realy poetic, this is beautiful in a strange way.

[ClairedyCat]

Writing at it's best. A really and truly oustanding poem.

[Ima]

good job
a very different style
but still i liked it =)

[Ice QueenJen]

Nicely done William, I like this contrast between Hope and Hate. But in the end you give a hope to life itself.

[Brianna Brie]

This is a very deep write! I like what you did with it. Super!