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wraith
by Rhyana Fishersilver serpents twist and writhe
beneath the pale shifting moonlight
while silence quiet as a breath
hides memories best kept unsaid
across the endless fields of stone
within this land where nightmares roam
there creeps a crouching shadow shape
the keeper of the venom'd snakes
guard and slave, one and the same
their poison courses through her veins
she carries out duties assigned
bitten a hundred thousand times
there's no escape, there is no choice
the pain is better than the void
she's grown accustomed to this hurt
it numbs her mind to thoughts much worse
thus she creeps out in the night
amidst her charges as they writhe
to gaze upon the silvered moon
imprisoned in perception's tomb
04/02/2003 Author's Note: last line revised 8/13/03
Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rhyana Fisher
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 04/06/03 at 02:04 AM i liked the meter, which was a saving grace. nice... |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 04/06/03 at 03:42 AM oooh this reminds me of this beautiful series of fantasy books called the dark angel trilogy and yeah...this is completely darkly delicious. excellent. I can taste it... |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/06/03 at 04:28 PM 'guard and slave, one and the same';the keeper of the venom'd snakes- this paradox is so real in the wake of the whole scene. and this paradoxical reality is so beatifully presented in these words-'there's no escape, there is no choice
the pain is better than the void'. It needs courage to accept this helplessness. This also needs courage to feel ALIVE in the wake of WHAT IS.
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| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 04/30/03 at 09:18 AM i have always been interested in writings connected with myth and fantasy. your silver serpents twist, writhe and ensnare the readers. |
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