In crimson wreaths, she rests in final sleep. 2015 Quill Best Dark Poem |
Silent Witness In crimson wreaths, she rests in final sleep. A moment’s madness has changed everything, There’s naught to do but hang my head and weep. The bitterness of words cloaked in dark pain once spoken cannot be called back again. A moment of insanity did creep into my veins which made my anger sing. In crimson wreaths, she rests in final sleep. As though possessed, a darkness in my brain assumed control until she lay there, slain. I hear the words, “so as ye sow, you reap.” Too late, I feel the falseness of the sting. There’s naught to do but hang my head and weep. I see the knife move on her tender throat; I am a witness, far removed; remote. She crumbles at my feet; a lifeless heap that’s no more than an empty covering. In crimson wreaths, she rests in final sleep. I close my eyes attempting to conceal the truth but in my heart I know it’s real. Time stops; the clock face hands no longer sweep. This moment, trapped forever, torturing. There’s naught to do but hang my head and weep A silent vigil I will always keep; a memory that’s immune to fading. In crimson wreaths, she rests in final sleep. There’s naught to do but hang my head and weep A Round 9 entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: Prompt 2 - "Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute." Edgar Allen Poe Form: Any invented form listed @ shadowpoetry.com The Grá Reformata , created by Michael King, is based upon the Villanelle form and has an extra couplet between each tercet. Line Count: 27 |