Left alone and free to flicker,
Sits a candle lit and burning;
Smoke curls 'round the waxy base,
Smoke curls 'round the waxy base,
The wicked flame dancing,
The white walls basking
In hellish light and laughter.
Wherever the fire reaches,
Shadows writhe and frolic;
Twisted silhouettes,
Like little marionettes -
These jesters who revel in foolery,
And smile from the realm of mischief.
Shadows writhe and frolic;
Twisted silhouettes,
Like little marionettes -
These jesters who revel in foolery,
And smile from the realm of mischief.
Woah. Your poems are always so descriptive -- so vivid and depictive!! :) Bravo, Eve! Keep it up. :D
ReplyDeleteIntentional or not, I like what you did there - subtle rhyming lol. Thanks so much, Faith! :D
DeleteGreat poem! :D Have you ever heard of Ross Budgen? He's a composer that makes a lot of epic music that'd go great in movies or trailers! I was listening to a piece he calls "Abnormal" while reading this, and it sort of goes! He's on YouTube if you wanna check him out! ^.^
ReplyDeleteBudgen or Bugden? If this is the song you're talking about, it sure does go with it! Sort of a creepy, halloweeny tune. That's a great find! I hadn't heard of him before, but thanks for mentioning him. :)
DeleteThis is such a great poem, Eve :D As always, I love your titles. They are so mysterious. Keep it up! :)
ReplyDeleteTitles are such fun to come up with - though I've been having trouble coming up with good ones lately lol. Thank you!
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