My Decadent

by My Decadent   Jan 9, 2007


A shadow fell upon my door
And feathers flew amid the dark -
Her face so ashen and sore;
Could barely hear her heart.

Her tears that stain the peeling floor -
Sorrow rests heavy on her wings.
So much pain inside her core,
In decadence she sings.

© My Decadent

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  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    Ending is so effective, you mixed great descriptions with beautifully expressed emotions and it is really fantastic. I love it, very deep and you created truly captivating atmosphere in this short but powerful piece.

  • 17 years ago

    by DaddysLittleDefect

    You have an ability I hjave NO TRACE OF.... you are able to cram so many emotions and images into such a short peom.

    ABUSE THIS TALENT.

    Short and sweet, powerful.

  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    Comment # 2 (o yeah and its okay that you dont have 12 poems because we can comment the same poem twice since we're two differnet people so you will still be recieving your 12 comments)

    wow.. this poem is soo short but still the emotion is there and the word choice is wonderful.. the flow is flawless .. REALLY WONDERFUL JOB!

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