Your soul shall find itself alone
Dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to leave
Into his hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before me, are again
In death around you, and their will
Shall overshadow you so be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To my weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which will cling to you for ever.
Seen are thoughts your soul shalt not banish,
Now are visions never to vanish;
From your spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowed, black yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries...

damn, ish was str8. Good vocab, nice use of words as far as placement(it gave it an ere of mystery) overall very good poem. keep up this stuff


Peep some of my shit(prolly on the 2nd page of this forum since it hasnt been upp'd)

Just wait a darn tootin minute son. You are the most repugnant ragamuffin I have ever known. Also I know you have a pink ballerina's outfit at home and you dance rond in it singing la la la I'm a transvestite don't you.

Varentao: Do you even know what a raggamuffin is?

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All what i said he did, for those who aren't 'down' with basic psychology, actually I do. I especially like dressing up in pink, it's my favourite colour. Now if only i could get rid of this dangly thing around the groin area...

This was executed so well.

Good use of vocab, imagery was on point and really drew me into the piece. Superbly ended too....

...from what i've seen from you. You're quite the wordsmith, brilliant piece, man.

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