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Shadow has fallen,
It's Walpurgis eve;
We're the spirits of darkness;
Black magic we weave.
We will come out tonight,
As if in a trance,
We will gather together,
And tonight we shall dance.
The sun has nigh set,
The stars have come out
And the air of intrigue
Is heavy about.
The hush anticipates
The coming charade
As we all prepare
For this year's masquerade.
The spirits arrive
In their elegant attire
Watching, and waiting
For the night to transpire
The music is lilting,
Bewitching and smooth,
Candles flicker softly,
Enhancing the mood.
As the night slowly passes
I watch from the side,
As the dancing masked spirits
Contentedly glide.
I wish I could join them,
But I've come alone;
Nobody to dance with,
My heart feels like stone.
But then you come towards me
With an unnerving grace,
Your piercing eyes peering
Through the mask on your face.
You reach out your hand,
You place it in mine,
Lead me to the dance floor
And sway me in time.
As we waltz and twirl
On the glistening dance floor
Other spirits step back
To watch our terpischore.
I don't even notice
Their stares of surprise;
I can't stop myself
Gazing into your eyes.
After hours and hours,
The dancing ghosts
Begin to retire;
The night comes to a close.
And still I do not know
The identity
Of the mysterious stranger
Still dancing with me.
All have departed
Save for you and I;
You're still holding me close -
You're not saying goodbye.
When there's silence around us
For miles and miles
You pull off your mask
With a heart-melting smile.
I realise now
Who you are with a fright;
You're the Spirit of Stars;
Of the romance of Night.
You're the spirit the others
All love and adore...
So why did you choose me
To take to the dance floor?
"You were all alone,"
You whisper to me,
"Your accepting sadness
Was enchanting. You see,
I had to see for myself
If this lonely rose
Retained such exquisite beauty
If I saw her up close."
"And did I disappoint?"
I ask cautiously,
"Am I just another spirit?
Is there nothing here to see?"
"To the contrary" you whisper,
You place your hand on my cheek,
Your entrancing eyes
Making me feel weak.
"There was none more beautiful
Than your lovely face.
There was noone who moved
With your entrancing grace.
And though you were but watching
From the side with disdain,
There was still none more stunning
Than the Spirit of Rain."
Then you traced your fingers
Through my hair so tenderly,
You drew me in so close to you
And kissed me so gently.
The entire world dissolved
As I let my heart be freed;
Only you and I existed
But that was all we'd need.
I often look back fondly
On that magical eve
When you chose me and you stayed with me
To watch everyone else leave.
I'll not forget the way I felt
To know how much you care...
And though that night is gone for good,
In my heart I'll still be there.
It's Walpurgis eve;
We're the spirits of darkness;
Black magic we weave.
We will come out tonight,
As if in a trance,
We will gather together,
And tonight we shall dance.
The sun has nigh set,
The stars have come out
And the air of intrigue
Is heavy about.
The hush anticipates
The coming charade
As we all prepare
For this year's masquerade.
The spirits arrive
In their elegant attire
Watching, and waiting
For the night to transpire
The music is lilting,
Bewitching and smooth,
Candles flicker softly,
Enhancing the mood.
As the night slowly passes
I watch from the side,
As the dancing masked spirits
Contentedly glide.
I wish I could join them,
But I've come alone;
Nobody to dance with,
My heart feels like stone.
But then you come towards me
With an unnerving grace,
Your piercing eyes peering
Through the mask on your face.
You reach out your hand,
You place it in mine,
Lead me to the dance floor
And sway me in time.
As we waltz and twirl
On the glistening dance floor
Other spirits step back
To watch our terpischore.
I don't even notice
Their stares of surprise;
I can't stop myself
Gazing into your eyes.
After hours and hours,
The dancing ghosts
Begin to retire;
The night comes to a close.
And still I do not know
The identity
Of the mysterious stranger
Still dancing with me.
All have departed
Save for you and I;
You're still holding me close -
You're not saying goodbye.
When there's silence around us
For miles and miles
You pull off your mask
With a heart-melting smile.
I realise now
Who you are with a fright;
You're the Spirit of Stars;
Of the romance of Night.
You're the spirit the others
All love and adore...
So why did you choose me
To take to the dance floor?
"You were all alone,"
You whisper to me,
"Your accepting sadness
Was enchanting. You see,
I had to see for myself
If this lonely rose
Retained such exquisite beauty
If I saw her up close."
"And did I disappoint?"
I ask cautiously,
"Am I just another spirit?
Is there nothing here to see?"
"To the contrary" you whisper,
You place your hand on my cheek,
Your entrancing eyes
Making me feel weak.
"There was none more beautiful
Than your lovely face.
There was noone who moved
With your entrancing grace.
And though you were but watching
From the side with disdain,
There was still none more stunning
Than the Spirit of Rain."
Then you traced your fingers
Through my hair so tenderly,
You drew me in so close to you
And kissed me so gently.
The entire world dissolved
As I let my heart be freed;
Only you and I existed
But that was all we'd need.
I often look back fondly
On that magical eve
When you chose me and you stayed with me
To watch everyone else leave.
I'll not forget the way I felt
To know how much you care...
And though that night is gone for good,
In my heart I'll still be there.
Before you all go to tell me, yes, I know this poem is rather cliched. But I wrote it, and I like it, and it's long and it's narrative and it's a ballad and it's corny and it's mushy and it has some problems with flow and rhythm. But I like it all the same. I've been working on it on-and-off for about two months believe it or not. And it's fantasy by the way.
The story basically follows a lonely female spirit at a spirit's masquerade ball, where she is asked to dance by the most handsome male spirit present, the suave bugger that he is, and they fall for each other. However, him being the spirit of the Stars and Night, and her being the spirit of Rain, he is an ethereal spirit and she is earthbound so they can't be together. Lol sound familiar, anyone?
Yes, before you ask, it is based on the Deb Ball. Hence the preview picture (that being myself and
), which is where the inspiration for the poem came from (that and Mr. Jabberwock-Hunter mentioning that when you inverted the photo I looked like a drow)
So. Now that that's done, opinions?
The story basically follows a lonely female spirit at a spirit's masquerade ball, where she is asked to dance by the most handsome male spirit present, the suave bugger that he is, and they fall for each other. However, him being the spirit of the Stars and Night, and her being the spirit of Rain, he is an ethereal spirit and she is earthbound so they can't be together. Lol sound familiar, anyone?
Yes, before you ask, it is based on the Deb Ball. Hence the preview picture (that being myself and
), which is where the inspiration for the poem came from (that and Mr. Jabberwock-Hunter mentioning that when you inverted the photo I looked like a drow)So. Now that that's done, opinions?
© 2004 - 2024 Maikaduriel
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This poem is exceptional.
First of all, if one is to feel this structure, the sway is almost that of a waltz. there are a few hicups, but in appaulseabe places such as ...
"And still I do not know
The identity
Of the mysterious stranger
Still dancing with me."
....Where i can see that things are starting, which is further upheaved when the dialogue starts.
I can see puctuation and rhym used alot, which all blends well.. which is no easy thing with such a long poem. then again, the poem could have gone on for another stanza or two. Maybe going over the poem once or twice might iron out the last kinks.... which is somethign i l-ur-v doing!
So, all in all, i hope this proves that i like this poem. Alot. get back to me if u want me to go deeper
First of all, if one is to feel this structure, the sway is almost that of a waltz. there are a few hicups, but in appaulseabe places such as ...
"And still I do not know
The identity
Of the mysterious stranger
Still dancing with me."
....Where i can see that things are starting, which is further upheaved when the dialogue starts.
I can see puctuation and rhym used alot, which all blends well.. which is no easy thing with such a long poem. then again, the poem could have gone on for another stanza or two. Maybe going over the poem once or twice might iron out the last kinks.... which is somethign i l-ur-v doing!
So, all in all, i hope this proves that i like this poem. Alot. get back to me if u want me to go deeper