Bring me the illusion of all I had ever dared to dream of,
And then douse the fire to nothing,
Remnants of embers float to the sky to disintegrate to nothing,
Stars of cold light laugh at them.
The thorned rose hears their cruel jesters,
Opening its dreamy petals to listen but says absolutely nothing,
It's silence as deadly as the poison within its thorns,
Turns away and leaves them to such mockery.
Cradled sparks that wanted to grow as high as mountains,
Lighting up that dark world for others to see,
A dream nurtured then monstrously murdered in the night,
A changed persona like a virus, came to overthrow.
It had no place for dreams,
No place for the beauty in the dark nor beauty in the light,
Just floating between realms made on numbness,
Not a care in the world.
There he stands,
The one who lit those fires and the one who doused them,
Clouded eyes but he claims them clear,
Speaking of things that were colder than the water.
And what is the little rabbit to make of it?
The one who fell in love with those dancing flames,
Now soaked and beyond frightened,
Shall she run away or approach this mad man?
Hi ^-^ My name's Charlie. I hope that you'll read this, however, since it's been over a year since you've updated I know my chances are quite low. I recently read your poem "The Red Queen" on the site Deep Underground Poetry and I would love to use it, with your permission, as lore for a visual novel game I am creating. You can read more about it here - http://lemmasoft.renai.us/forums/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=30573
ReplyDeleteHello Charlie. I do apologize for the late reply but yes, i would be very pleased for you to use it. It has been awhile since i had written anything but i do check in once in awhile to revisit 'the gallery' as i like to call it. Wish you all the best with your project!~
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