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Each crystal glass sounded like music
When it smashed against the floor
The shards an ocean of glinting edges,
waves spilling onto the shore
You’ll never fill them with your blood again,
with the poisonous wine you presented to me
like a blessing of the highest order,
an invitation to divinity
You, my enticing, false messiah,
with your harem of believers sprawled at your feet,
you called to me with saccharine words
filled with hope and brimming with heat
But your promises are breaking down,
I can smell the rotting sugar on your breath
your words of everlasting life
I find they promise only death
With each false word you speak
the fragile balance slowly tips,
‘till there’s no more flow of sweetness:
salt and ashes are all I taste on your lips.
Young king, is your empire falling so soon?
Has your beautiful castle burned down?
Are your wells infected with the sea?
Have you tarnished your perfect crown?
Idealism’s blaze no longer burns in your chest
and your hands are cold against my skin
Have you abandoned the warmth you once strove to be?
Is cryophilia finally setting in?
- by veris_avis |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/23/2012 |
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- Title: Cryophilia
- Artist: veris_avis
- Description: I usually do freeverse, so sorry for the suckishness.
- Date: 04/23/2012
- Tags: cryophilia poetry messiah prince
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Atheshya - 05/09/2012
- Wow, it's not too common I see something actually good in the poetry arena, but this is. There's some nice description and imagery here, for instance "rotting sugar". I like!
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