Oct 25, 2004 23:56
Of shade and shadows; Faceless forms,
Of darkness infinite--Evermore,
Abyss of time; The ceaseless night,
The devil's grasp--The sinners' blight.
Sacred wall--Climb high the gates,
Walk the garden of forbidden taste.
Sinners' passion--Soundless scream,
Lost innocence, a bloodied stream,
A silent cry; the night on end,
A glow of lust; The warmth of sin.
The demon laughs, claims his prize;
Two hearts, two sinners--Lie for lie.
Crime of love; Mistook for lust,
Angels cry--Their broken trust.
Love so wronged; Blasphemous act,
For faith in the lie--Sadly will last.
Untouched by guilt, passion grows,
They're sinners only to the world.
Well, I was randomly inspired in my english class today because it was so goddamn boring that I blocked it all out and started thinking about more interesting things. Chances are that whatever you're thinking about this poem is wrong--but then poetry is open to interpretation. It's highly unlikely, though, that you will pull the same meaning from this poem as I do.