Favorite Quote
"As often as a study is cultivated by narrow minds, they will draw from it narrow conclusions."
-- JOHN STUART MILL
Poetry
A Lost Maiden in the Break of Dawn
A fragile mortal cruelly
plagued
Yearned from the warmth
that had dwindled
Disillusioned, for a faded
flare of life will never rekindle
Looking, searching aimlessly for an unspoken answer
Oh, sweet are her gentle
lips of roses
Locked in remembrance for
that unified kiss
Breaking all sense of
loss engulfed by the abyss
A glimpse that defined relentlessness
Daughter of Eve gazed
down at the imagined image of her beloved
Her fair canny eyes blended
with the clarity and firmness of the sea
She opened herself to the
joy that could never be
As if linking to tomorrow's empty promises
Saddened orbs deeply blue
beneath thin flaxen brows watered
No more would her euphonious
singing grace the air
Glossy curls fluttered
in the mid-morning breeze without a care
Morose cloaked her like shadows in the mist of dusk
Beauty stood placidly
like an ageless, ancient mountain unscaled
Amid the graves, anger,
melancholy, confusion tantalized her mind
She felt a thousand knives
pierce her core before it ceased to shine
Unbearable coldness steadily descended upon this frail virgin flower
Misery and bitterness clung
to her for ages, refusing to leave
Too many seasons withered
as servility to death conquered her heart
It was pandemonium; yet,
to surrender was her only thought
Finally, she gave in to
the torment of loneliness
Silently, she embraced
this serenity
Welcoming the slayer of
souls, the reaper of life, killer of humanity
Before long darkness relieved her of the pain and sufferings.
