Mortality or When the Black Nightengale Sings

by Hannah   Jun 20, 2007


Hear it, the black nightingales serenade
Perched upon her wilted gothic rose
Caroling, sweet voice bringing bittersweet pain
Singing mankind’s agony, his mortality
Of his broken wings, and how he fell from Grace

Hear her sing
Crying diamond tears, mourning
A song of death and dying
In time with the beating, bloody clock
Your mortal bells are chiming

Hear it.
Drink the poisoned wine, the deadly food
Await the final guest, the final act
Draped in night’s dark charcoal, robes black
Soul farmer, arriving only
When the black nightingale sings

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  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Oh, wow, girl. You have talent.
    First off, check your computer; your apostrophes aren't showing up correctly; view your poem, you'll see what I mean.

    And now.
    Wow, sweetie.
    If you are just beginning, this is utterly amazing.
    I actually think that if it had rhymed it would have taken away from the meaning; great job with the use of words.

    The flow seemed a bit off, but it happens.
    And I read this more as a story or prose, but I still really, really enjoyed it.

    I usually pick out my favorite line in a poem, but the way this was written, I loved it all because it all just worked off one another.
    Great, great job.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex 5.5

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