Originally Posted by
Jon
Originally Posted by
alinda
Razz, your full of surprises, nice writing.
And full of s&it!
Duly noted, moving on:
Here's a piece I wrote earlier as a bit for a site I lurk. I post a bit of a story for them every day, and needed filler for tomorrow. It are zombie apocalypse poem, kinda ¬¬
Under Crimson
It was on a still night I saw you there,
standing beneath a dead streetlamp on a corner,
lost, alone. Your hooded head was bathed in pale
moonlight, which shone on your frightened
face under your crimson hood.
The streets were empty, as they often are now,
covered in debris and death. I saw
your surprised face, when our eyes met.
We stood under the street light, and I led you home
to safety, where we hid in a crimson painted room.
The years passed, and we left our sanctuary,
and we found others like us, who longed for company
in those silent streets, where crimson stained dead walked.
Our numbers grew and yet we remained traveling,
Looking for a home in this bloodstained world.
I remember when I last saw you, beautiful you, and I hope
one day we shall meet again, in a brighter place, where
the only Crimson is on your hooded shirt, and people smile more.
I hope that perhaps we may stay together forever then, and
until then, perhaps it is the crimson that ties us.
But for now, I have this rose, Crimson of course,
which I give to you. I wish I had kissed you
when I had the chance. When you were still by my side,
and all the pain in the world was far away from us,
alien and nothing more than a shade of crimson.
You looked almost peaceful, as if you only slept.
I cried, and I kissed you as I should have, long ago.
As I sit at your grave, I remember that kiss, and how
my tears left streaks on your face, which stayed
motionless under a veil of shining crimson.