~Dirge of Love

Skeletons of decapacitated emotions,
Dry bones of wrong notions....
Eaten by worms of paranoid senses.
Everything seems blue to my lenses.

Wind howls in this funeral of love.
Come,join me in this unholy cove.

Where trust is buried
In screams of pain....
Here solely
Vengeance reigns...

Turning soulless under the crimson fire,
I pluck strings of your treacherous lyre.
Vowing to feed on your ache.
Till my gnawing hunger sates.

Sniff the blood in air,
Your time is near......

~Sophy Freebirds

20-2-15

Author's Note

A poem on the story "Hallow of skeleton". Hope you enjoy .

Reviews

[R Smith]

Your time is here Miss Freebirds, Ankita what a darkly wonderful way you write, how come i never get to see your writing?
Turning soulless under the crimson fire,
I pluck strings of your treacherous lyre.
Vowing to feed on your ache.
Till my gnawing hunger sates.
Magnificent work from one so young, you have the ways of Mr. Poe I think, put this in my library and hungry for more, thank you :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Mr.Richie i am so Humbled that you like my work :) And even more happy that it got added to your .library. Glad i have streaks of different writers in me.:D will be coming to your page soon

[R Smith]

you are always welcome :)

[anne]

Wow.. sophie
Turning soulless under the crimson fire,
I pluck strings of your treacherous lyre.
Vowing to feed on your ache.
Till my gnawing hunger sates. ...beautiful dark write..:))

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you so much Anne. you were here reading my poem and i was reading yours :-) Good to be back

[anne]

always love to read your words...nice to see you back..:))

[Jamestown]

Darkness is not my thing, but none the less you can definitely write!
I enjoyed reading this, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Sophy Freebirds]

I am glad you dropped by dear poet. thank you for your visit :)