Post by ShadowDucky on Jan 7, 2007 9:23:16 GMT 1
It's a sestina. I adore these things . . .
Alone on a hill, the night’s forsaken tomb
Half remembered lives haunt a phantasm’s path
A breeze blows, sending gentle scents of lilies
Out across the sky strewn of stars
Illuminated by the moon’s tender glow
Her light reminiscent of lost slender hands
Raised up to the moon, transparent hands
Grasp vainly for the life lost to the tomb
The death of a beautiful, heartening glow
Brought darkness to a once clear path
Crystals slip from eyes like dead stars
The wind rustling quietly through the lilies
Memories of freshly cut lilies
Clasped tight as lost dreams in now twisted hands
Life lit from within by wondrous bright stars
Lining the way to love’s lonely tomb
Spiraling down to deepest lost path
Vainly seeking to restore the lost glow
Remains on night’s hill, basked in sweet glow
The moon’s silky color reflecting off lilies
Spirit traveling down long forgotten path
Light pools on, passes through phantasmic hands
Resting gently on the edge of the mossy tomb
Reflecting the observant caress of the stars
Eyes seeing under light of changed stars
Discovers the life-giving, love-renewing glow
Witnesses its quick slide into death and the tomb
Soft crushing of petals, the dropping of lilies
Reaching for the unredeemable with twisted pale hands
Wind returns wandering thoughts to hilly moonlit path
Echoes of memories flit silently along the path
Open arms reaching to encompass the stars
Close in despair, light slipping from hands
Cupped in faint hope of retaining the glow
From hope inspiring dreams brought by the scent of lilies
Breeze whisks, flowing petals, then dies near the tomb
Lost by the tomb, drowning in stars
Phantasm falls to the path kneeling in sweet glow
A faint scent of lilies ends with the touch of slender hands
Alone on a hill, the night’s forsaken tomb
Half remembered lives haunt a phantasm’s path
A breeze blows, sending gentle scents of lilies
Out across the sky strewn of stars
Illuminated by the moon’s tender glow
Her light reminiscent of lost slender hands
Raised up to the moon, transparent hands
Grasp vainly for the life lost to the tomb
The death of a beautiful, heartening glow
Brought darkness to a once clear path
Crystals slip from eyes like dead stars
The wind rustling quietly through the lilies
Memories of freshly cut lilies
Clasped tight as lost dreams in now twisted hands
Life lit from within by wondrous bright stars
Lining the way to love’s lonely tomb
Spiraling down to deepest lost path
Vainly seeking to restore the lost glow
Remains on night’s hill, basked in sweet glow
The moon’s silky color reflecting off lilies
Spirit traveling down long forgotten path
Light pools on, passes through phantasmic hands
Resting gently on the edge of the mossy tomb
Reflecting the observant caress of the stars
Eyes seeing under light of changed stars
Discovers the life-giving, love-renewing glow
Witnesses its quick slide into death and the tomb
Soft crushing of petals, the dropping of lilies
Reaching for the unredeemable with twisted pale hands
Wind returns wandering thoughts to hilly moonlit path
Echoes of memories flit silently along the path
Open arms reaching to encompass the stars
Close in despair, light slipping from hands
Cupped in faint hope of retaining the glow
From hope inspiring dreams brought by the scent of lilies
Breeze whisks, flowing petals, then dies near the tomb
Lost by the tomb, drowning in stars
Phantasm falls to the path kneeling in sweet glow
A faint scent of lilies ends with the touch of slender hands