Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Charades of Darkness

Charades of Darkness

Silhouette of dreams,
she thought embarked in her life,
while she was still mourning her past behind.
She tried to cherish the charades of life,
But all she was left with apathy inside.

'Crone' other beldams addressed,
and acknowledged her with a murky smile.
And then they turned to the Midland woods,
for cutting down the logs of bitterness
to ablaze her for purging their grim lives.

Then the ominous night descended,
And the only thing gleamed,
was the luminous bulge in the sky.
But predators shrouded the shimmering light.
And the hags arrived,
with sadism and fire torches in their hands.

There she was standing in the woods,
under the labyrinth twigs of another life.
She was encircled in a noisy fray,
And the beldams beleagured her fate.

And the dawn ascended,
eclipsing the morbidity of yesternight.
Even the crimson rays,
felt the warmth of her smoldered ashes.
While the crones uttered,
the charades of the new dame in the hamlet.

1 comment:

who am i? said...

.......liked it a lot!