I was listening to The Decemberists, admiring their beautifully sculpted lyrics, and it inspired me to try to write something similar on my own. While I don't think they turned out quite as good as something that they would have written, I'm still pretty happy with the results.
Mistress Mine
Here she comes again, tip to top enchantress beauty
Burning pockets in my brain, smoldering in her waste
Creeping stains belie the pale life of duty
Casting crimson streams in her flowing wake
Mistress Death, let me hear your command
Tell your gray slave which way to lean
Your lifeline, lover, is my only demand
Awaken from your Mickey Mouse dreams
My candle is burning from side to side
The blaze could burn us all away
A long lasting life has all but been denied
I close my eyes, breath out, and die.
About Me
- DrSketch
- If you've never heard of me before, how did you find your way here? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Dr Sketch, and I write poetry. Some of it's happy, some of it's sad, not all of it is good, but I try to only put up the best of it on here. I'm not very "regular" about updating, but try to get one or two updates a week done...
2 comments:
I love the near-rhymes of waste/wake and lean/dreams, but what is better is the last line dosn't rhyme. Subtle genius...
I don't remember when I first started doing that trick of not rhyming the end, but I really like it... It seems to be so terminal, which felt fitting for this one.
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