Written By Narcissa
Aug. 10, 2019, 11:15 p.m.(8/17/1011 AR)
A garden of decadence, profuse with petals of pride.
Night waxes and wanes, a dance of rotten repletion.
Clamor for highest vine, blind to humility's chide.
For all lacks a bloom holds, the mask stands as elision.
Night waxes and wanes, a dance of rotten repletion.
Clamor for highest vine, blind to humility's chide.
For all lacks a bloom holds, the mask stands as elision.
Written By Narcissa
July 25, 2019, 6 p.m.(7/12/1011 AR)
The petals descend, crimson crumbled to ash.
Blackening bloom bleakened, breached ballast.
Gone the anchor, swift the tide does thrash,
Roses drowned whole in the currents cruellest.
Blackening bloom bleakened, breached ballast.
Gone the anchor, swift the tide does thrash,
Roses drowned whole in the currents cruellest.
Written By Narcissa
July 12, 2019, 1:44 p.m.(6/14/1011 AR)
Sunlight dappled through sylvan twined maze,
Canopy of shifting hues, the inveterate glen.
What of the hidden, the latent malaise?
Spring soon to rot in Winter's den.
Canopy of shifting hues, the inveterate glen.
What of the hidden, the latent malaise?
Spring soon to rot in Winter's den.
Written By Narcissa
June 7, 2019, 6:34 p.m.(3/28/1011 AR)
[Scribe's Note: Poet wanted Scholar to note it is an 'explication of a once extempore thought']
An army rides forth, name and honor to defend,
The foe advances, opponent surely but motive akin.
The ringing of steel, sinews to wrench and rend,
Amid sanguine fields, both hold virtue and sin.
The lift of the sword promises no honor or offense,
The mind that wields just as easily can yield.
Amid wolves and ravens, the vulture's dispense,
The little death's corpses that litter the field.
For what is in the promise of the trope's word?
Ashes of the pyre, the secret shared to gird.
An army rides forth, name and honor to defend,
The foe advances, opponent surely but motive akin.
The ringing of steel, sinews to wrench and rend,
Amid sanguine fields, both hold virtue and sin.
The lift of the sword promises no honor or offense,
The mind that wields just as easily can yield.
Amid wolves and ravens, the vulture's dispense,
The little death's corpses that litter the field.
For what is in the promise of the trope's word?
Ashes of the pyre, the secret shared to gird.
Written By Narcissa
May 14, 2019, 1:28 a.m.(2/7/1011 AR)
The Wolf happened upon the grove,
Prey long gone, the Raven to rove.
Circling them both, long gone the prey,
How quick the predator turns to stray.
Prey long gone, the Raven to rove.
Circling them both, long gone the prey,
How quick the predator turns to stray.
Written By Narcissa
May 12, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(2/4/1011 AR)
Here lies the lie in stone, the carved epitaph,
Whole lives unknown, fallacy in paraph.
'A Loving Husband.' 'The Obedient Wife.'
Selling short decades of human's own strife.
Whole lives unknown, fallacy in paraph.
'A Loving Husband.' 'The Obedient Wife.'
Selling short decades of human's own strife.
Written By Narcissa
April 16, 2019, 10:31 p.m.(12/8/1010 AR)
-Shared at Princess Helena Redrain's Poetry Reading, Vellichorian Academy-
The bow's cruel twist, the flash of pearl,
Whispered nothings into cruel sneer.
What matters if one's king or churl?
Crimson flows, staining pride's veneer.
Youth's first blush turned to heart's regret,
Her folly given the Wheel reins to steer.
Another turn, another knave and coquet,
The cycle churns, never learn, always revere.
The bow's cruel twist, the flash of pearl,
Whispered nothings into cruel sneer.
What matters if one's king or churl?
Crimson flows, staining pride's veneer.
Youth's first blush turned to heart's regret,
Her folly given the Wheel reins to steer.
Another turn, another knave and coquet,
The cycle churns, never learn, always revere.
Written By Narcissa
April 14, 2019, 11:28 p.m.(12/5/1010 AR)
Lilac, oleander, thorn, and rose,
Dusk to dust, vain in expose.
A garden of many, bouquet of few,
The loudest bloom so oft' outgrew.
Dusk to dust, vain in expose.
A garden of many, bouquet of few,
The loudest bloom so oft' outgrew.
Written By Narcissa
March 30, 2019, 9:54 p.m.(11/2/1010 AR)
There amongst the dead, foretold and forlorn,
The sun and moon walked, radiant and worn.
Eleven they brought, and eleven they bestow,
Blooms of ivory, crimson, amethyst and coal.
The sun and moon walked, radiant and worn.
Eleven they brought, and eleven they bestow,
Blooms of ivory, crimson, amethyst and coal.
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