Ballad hybrid I wrote
She
I dreamt of a woman
With a heart made of chrome
Her mother was a looking glass
Her father was a stone
Such a beautiful monster
Wrapped in china doll skin
Six eyes of blue and one black
Dark locks stretch to her shins
Through sanguine lips she often speaks
Terrible truths to all who hear
For she lies only with Silence,
Has no dread to consort Violence,
But she will not take to bed Fear
She maps symphonies in the dark
And gives the chimera chase
Tames demons and evangelists
Armed with nothing but her grace
Left alone, she eats her fingers
Diverting unimagined pain
Bids predation in red petticoats
To abate her self-disdain
She who can bear the Earth's load
If she doesn't think to try
Whose spirit holds an ancient charm,
Unruly soul gall to disarm,
Won't let them see her cry
I dreamt of this woman
Who knows when to beseech
Upholds her karmic duties
Till she bruises like a peach
And when she bends to Death's embrace
She'll trade her soul to save the Devil
Forgetting self to reach in faith
And bring the fallen back to level
Keeping her wild heart underfoot
Love in her hand, she finds the guile
To grow from every mold she breaks
And learn from every lick she takes
Wearing only a crooked smile.
(Composed 5-21-09)
This is my latest piece of writing. I am really proud of it, but I would like to have more feedback on it. What do you think? Comments and questions are welcome, even constructive criticism if you like.
I dreamt of a woman
With a heart made of chrome
Her mother was a looking glass
Her father was a stone
Such a beautiful monster
Wrapped in china doll skin
Six eyes of blue and one black
Dark locks stretch to her shins
Through sanguine lips she often speaks
Terrible truths to all who hear
For she lies only with Silence,
Has no dread to consort Violence,
But she will not take to bed Fear
She maps symphonies in the dark
And gives the chimera chase
Tames demons and evangelists
Armed with nothing but her grace
Left alone, she eats her fingers
Diverting unimagined pain
Bids predation in red petticoats
To abate her self-disdain
She who can bear the Earth's load
If she doesn't think to try
Whose spirit holds an ancient charm,
Unruly soul gall to disarm,
Won't let them see her cry
I dreamt of this woman
Who knows when to beseech
Upholds her karmic duties
Till she bruises like a peach
And when she bends to Death's embrace
She'll trade her soul to save the Devil
Forgetting self to reach in faith
And bring the fallen back to level
Keeping her wild heart underfoot
Love in her hand, she finds the guile
To grow from every mold she breaks
And learn from every lick she takes
Wearing only a crooked smile.
(Composed 5-21-09)
This is my latest piece of writing. I am really proud of it, but I would like to have more feedback on it. What do you think? Comments and questions are welcome, even constructive criticism if you like.