Obsidian Butterflies
Black flickers against the moonlight
Diamond starpoints on their wings
Heartbeats flutter quickly in fright
Beauty, when ever death will sing
A dark flutter, remains a blood kiss
Eyes wide with the realization, pain
Beside her ear the whisper, a hiss
Her cheeks blush crimson with shame
One tear falls from her amethyst eyes
Cascading through skies to mountain
Through the silence a scream crashes
Aura of blue and black, wings to maim
The angel in the cloud of fragile blades
Obsidian Butterflies cut her milky skin
She is carried on the pulsating wave
Blood running down her body, crimson
Blinded by bodies, deaf from wingbeats
Sword's song dying on lips of rose petals
Flying awkwardly, intent on only retreat
Poor agent of light, nightfall missiles
Angel feathers and razor wings fall down
Her great span is now two ragged stumps
Around her brow, a bladed insect crown
Desperate for sky , downward crumples
Through the cloud, swirling devastation
Brilliant beacon, the sun sings it's song
She reaches out for the warmth of dawn
Only to touch despair in the shadows long
Diamond starpoints on their wings
Heartbeats flutter quickly in fright
Beauty, when ever death will sing
A dark flutter, remains a blood kiss
Eyes wide with the realization, pain
Beside her ear the whisper, a hiss
Her cheeks blush crimson with shame
One tear falls from her amethyst eyes
Cascading through skies to mountain
Through the silence a scream crashes
Aura of blue and black, wings to maim
The angel in the cloud of fragile blades
Obsidian Butterflies cut her milky skin
She is carried on the pulsating wave
Blood running down her body, crimson
Blinded by bodies, deaf from wingbeats
Sword's song dying on lips of rose petals
Flying awkwardly, intent on only retreat
Poor agent of light, nightfall missiles
Angel feathers and razor wings fall down
Her great span is now two ragged stumps
Around her brow, a bladed insect crown
Desperate for sky , downward crumples
Through the cloud, swirling devastation
Brilliant beacon, the sun sings it's song
She reaches out for the warmth of dawn
Only to touch despair in the shadows long
posted by Goddamn Batman at 3:04 PM
1 Comments:
Hey Osh. You said I don't comment enough on your posts here, so I'm going to start being more concientious.
I think your poetry is stronger than your prose. I'm not sure I completely understand this one, but the imagery is striking and the form is "tight" - nothing extranneous in there. :)
In your prose, I sometimeds think your word choices and sentence structure could be better, but this poem doesn't have any problems in those areas.
Very nice poem! *goes to read it again*
:) Donna (aka crazy old white woman)
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