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Last Dance With the Devil in Hell Bella Mi The lake of passion still sees the swans neck stretched in delight. Dream chasing towards purpose a mark of respect is left behind. Naught was lost on wet grassy banks where life gently slid, unfeeling days and vile nights where ghosts circled round to host hazy minds inviting enticing sleep in many months of no relief. Bella Mi Waited with a sway to pass through nights into genuine rest fostering plans for the cranky spit men would throw at her face in the morn. Sleep comes to those sated by life, never to those who are torn. Eyes see but not through clarity how to close off the entrance of pain. Bitterly poisoned by lakes covered with rain a cross, a heavy cross she fell upon for mercy to keep her afloat above murky shaded waters mortified breath, which could easily have embalmed the pain to a final death. Bella Mi God isn’t the enemy who has marched hell over life to condemn with a permanent scar. It is the peaceful visits in air that surround a soul nourished through battles nearly massacred by hands still digging out dirt from raw deep cuts. Bella Mi Unarranged and forced upon a fight for life, to strip back down and rise with light or never smile through Satans laughter from hell stab him in his back then show yourself well. Bella Mi As pride is to prize this war has ended in favor all demons, enemies, and captured ghosts in the lot have died. As the last dance with the devil begins my quaint defense is pure love the music in mind tunes out all but subline at a last, ever lasting chance as God taps his shoulder and takes both of my hands. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2010-04-15 14:29:48
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Deni,
This is a stunning poem and one I enjoyed reading more than once. You have made excellent word choices and the lines flow down the page with ease. Also you have written a plethora of extraordinary phrases that roll of the tongue like liquid. An ambitious poem that is both well written and evocative. Well done, bravo!
Best wishes,
cheyenne