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by ~AryaMay, Sep 30, 2012, 12:10:21 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

Loveless

Still like dreaming, you hold me dear-
The Autumn night surreal, the silence bare;
The wind a still gossamer like web tangled wings,
Soft whispers touching of clementine dreams...

The gifts of the Goddess, we take to the skies
An embrace of twilight that between us, lies-
Of masquerading truths and clandestine desires,
And darkening lusts and kindling fires-

You spoke to me, on that Autumn's night
And gave me empty promises that still set me alight-
Temptations, bitter honey, multicolored leaves
All set to rot when spent the last of the eve-

And twisting your hands, you turned the world to naught-
All the hardships and toil to a heaven long sought
(A macabre antiphrasis) But yet still, you burn
The ice of reality turn on by turn-

I did not know sin, or really what innocence deemed
But am I a fool for accepting what seemed
Or rather, I knew to be an inevitable end
To be abandoned the day after only yet again?

Once we had danced under the full moon's glance
An empty dream where everything was just a trance
But the consequences, save for the light of tomorrow
I give, you take, you take, I borrow-

So hold me once more under the harvest moon's sky
And tell me what was, were all only lies:
The knife's dull, Hell's cold, and ire's but bright
And all this, a once upon an Autumn's night…

~Arya May

Lovelessby ~AryaMay

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I am so sorry for being inactive for so long. I had school, and I am, for the lack of better words to describe it: as busy as shit.

But this is for TWS's contest called "Autumn Nights" [link]. I couldn't help but take some time today to enter as I actually had a sketch of an idea on what to do, inspired by hours of Final Fantasy VII and watching a documentary on Lord Byron (who's bloody awesome, by the way).

I hope I win!

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*HeadmistressMercedes Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I adore this! Your use of language is stunning, it really pulls me in! The verse "Once we had danced under the full moon's glance, An empty dream where everything was just a trance, But the consequences, save for the light of tomorrow, I give, you take, you take, I borrow-" is so very beautiful...I love how you don't quite finish the last line. Gives an awesome feeling of mystery to the piece. Congrats on your win!!! Have a cookie!

~AryaMay Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks ^^ I appreciate the compliments!

(Oddly enough, what inspired the poem was pretty stupid. You'd probably never be able to guess lol)

*HeadmistressMercedes Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ummmm...lemme see...TURTLE ROBOTS! AmIright??

~AryaMay Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Sadly, not...though I have to admit, that's a pretty unorthodox answer *sweatdrops*

No, it involved watching a documentary about a British poet, and then for some reason I got sidetracked so some YouTube video on Bruce Lee beating people up... then boom.

Yeah, so if you think about it, this poem was the product of kung fu. How amazingly weird.

*HeadmistressMercedes Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Eeheehee, that is an amazing story! Wel...kung fu CAN be poetic, in a sense. I always found martial arts to be graceful...maybe not QUITE like that, but still ^.^

~AryaMay Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I suppose. Then again, inspiration comes to me from the strangest places.

*HeadmistressMercedes Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh yes...I have had more then my fair share of influences that kinda come out of nowhere and yield results that, logically, should not have transpired from their root. Go figure. I'm actually working on a piece right now that falls under that category. Should be up in a day or two.

*Mabogunje Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well done! and Congratulations!

~AryaMay Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

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