Post by Kage L. Nightow on Jan 15, 2007 1:31:23 GMT -5
This was Kage's poem for school. You'll figure out who "Red" is based on visually if you peek at my avatar/sig. X3 That's how this poem came about I suppose. I was Tri Edge high or something. D: Anyway, my teacher said it was great. Because my poem was completely unlike anyone elses. ^_^ The poems were supposed to be "Poe-ish" so yeah. Its a tad dark. But bright. XD
In a place of the familar
where even the wicked ones would walk in worry
there was a waltz that was truely peculiar
A hall of rust and a great room of dust
there hung a bell to be rung on the hour
On which hour one could not be sure
The creatures that filled the space fell into line
Each with half-broken flesh, exposing pearly white bone
One would extend a tattered hand
and an equally vile hand would accept
Thus a dance would begin
With an unbalenced stumble the undead waltzed
A two string violin and a piano of fresh bone
played a forgettable tune in a common tone
All at once the toren dresses and tattered suits moved
Simple steps followed with small slides
The half-human herd hushed to a dull roar of clicks of shoes
An onlooker of unmatched understanding stood aside
She was of fresh ending, still whole skinned,
Brown eyes darting every which way in waryness
Clutching her maroon dipped dress daintily
she watched the others in their regular routine
Even to one so new as she, this was easily seen as a repeated event
That was when those brown eyes met something red
A burning red outfit, clashing the drab colors of the great hall
The owner of the red stepped out from behind the ball
With ease he weaved in and out of the dancers
making his way gracefully, he came to the brown eyed girl
A high collar covered his mouth but his face teased a smile
He stood a foot from the girl, his red cap tipped slightly
Long bangs covered his right eye, leaving one open green
That single eye, lined red almost lit the room alone
The girl's gaze lead to his clothes again
They were held together with poor open stitches
but he seemed more whole, unlike the others somehow
The man of red extended his hand toward the girl
She trustfully placed her hand in his
Away he whisked her into the crowded hall of the undead
Spinning her speedily on swift feet he juggled a dance
And as if the band played for him the tune turned
to a song hidden in a memory of the fresh girl's past
Head spinning in thought and body spun in a waltz
the girl looked to her companion in red
His exposed eye, bright as ever returned her gaze
and akin to a distant thought brought to attention
the girl tightened her grip around him
With a grin showing under his collar he said
"Eien, forever my dear, like we had promised
In a place of the familar
where even the wicked ones would walk in worry
there was a waltz that was truely peculiar
A hall of rust and a great room of dust
there hung a bell to be rung on the hour
On which hour one could not be sure
The creatures that filled the space fell into line
Each with half-broken flesh, exposing pearly white bone
One would extend a tattered hand
and an equally vile hand would accept
Thus a dance would begin
With an unbalenced stumble the undead waltzed
A two string violin and a piano of fresh bone
played a forgettable tune in a common tone
All at once the toren dresses and tattered suits moved
Simple steps followed with small slides
The half-human herd hushed to a dull roar of clicks of shoes
An onlooker of unmatched understanding stood aside
She was of fresh ending, still whole skinned,
Brown eyes darting every which way in waryness
Clutching her maroon dipped dress daintily
she watched the others in their regular routine
Even to one so new as she, this was easily seen as a repeated event
That was when those brown eyes met something red
A burning red outfit, clashing the drab colors of the great hall
The owner of the red stepped out from behind the ball
With ease he weaved in and out of the dancers
making his way gracefully, he came to the brown eyed girl
A high collar covered his mouth but his face teased a smile
He stood a foot from the girl, his red cap tipped slightly
Long bangs covered his right eye, leaving one open green
That single eye, lined red almost lit the room alone
The girl's gaze lead to his clothes again
They were held together with poor open stitches
but he seemed more whole, unlike the others somehow
The man of red extended his hand toward the girl
She trustfully placed her hand in his
Away he whisked her into the crowded hall of the undead
Spinning her speedily on swift feet he juggled a dance
And as if the band played for him the tune turned
to a song hidden in a memory of the fresh girl's past
Head spinning in thought and body spun in a waltz
the girl looked to her companion in red
His exposed eye, bright as ever returned her gaze
and akin to a distant thought brought to attention
the girl tightened her grip around him
With a grin showing under his collar he said
"Eien, forever my dear, like we had promised