Mar 2014
walking through the hidden realm of my heart,
whistling close by me, a poisoned dart,
burning lightning in a pearly orb,
the essence of my agony you absorb,
echoes of a dog's anguished howl,
the opening eyes of a new-born foal,
ruby tears from the eyes of an innocent child,
a Spanish bull fight gone wild,
fiery chimera in a hailstone blizzard,
a multilingual emerald, flying-lizard,
purple mountain majestic mistletoe kiss,
a rare sorrowful bliss,
a distant ringing of mournful bells,
walking along a rocky beach collecting empty shells,
carousel of blood-hounds, running on fire,
my only desire; to hear this unearthly ire,
wretched arlequin, juggling the last string of sanity,
this truly isn't a show of subconscious vanity,
reaping emotions at such surprising speeds,
along with bitter memories of horrendous deeds,
diving into a sun-warmed tropical reef,
floating with fire coral far beneath,
a lilytrotter on candy-sweet waters,
the irreplaceable smile of a cherished daughter,
a blue fish dancing on a ghastly moon,
corruption swept away by a gilded monsoon,
a flurry in a race-horse chase,
no thoughts left to chastise,
shrewd smell of ancient tree-spice,
lingers in the unreachable corners of paradise,
when the red and golden banners are hung,
a far-off nightingale's song is sung,
the cresent moon, white-light projector,
an involuntary earth-life protector,
darling Ludwig, you sly minx,
for you have put my uncontrollable will under a jinx,
I'm ****, my true colours on display,
until it comes my time to decay,
Elise trapped thee heart in Limbo,
full of shadowed stars and powdered moonshine,
in a fairytale land divine,
treacherous Elise, make a speech,
of words no Poet can breech,
to thy trespasser, rowing,
in forbidden waters of longing melody.
175 seconds of unabridged art in blood...
AN: I'm sorry about how mad this first appears to be. If any of you know the history behind the song Für Elise then you might understand what this rant-like poem is on about.
Elise, (not her real name) was proposed to by Ludwig van Beethoven but rejected him to be with an Austrian nobleman. It is thought he wrote this for her. So I tried to describe a bit of the emotions he put into tune.
(there are many theories on who this song was meant for but I just chose this one)
whistling close by me, a poisoned dart,
burning lightning in a pearly orb,
the essence of my agony you absorb,
echoes of a dog's anguished howl,
the opening eyes of a new-born foal,
ruby tears from the eyes of an innocent child,
a Spanish bull fight gone wild,
fiery chimera in a hailstone blizzard,
a multilingual emerald, flying-lizard,
purple mountain majestic mistletoe kiss,
a rare sorrowful bliss,
a distant ringing of mournful bells,
walking along a rocky beach collecting empty shells,
carousel of blood-hounds, running on fire,
my only desire; to hear this unearthly ire,
wretched arlequin, juggling the last string of sanity,
this truly isn't a show of subconscious vanity,
reaping emotions at such surprising speeds,
along with bitter memories of horrendous deeds,
diving into a sun-warmed tropical reef,
floating with fire coral far beneath,
a lilytrotter on candy-sweet waters,
the irreplaceable smile of a cherished daughter,
a blue fish dancing on a ghastly moon,
corruption swept away by a gilded monsoon,
a flurry in a race-horse chase,
no thoughts left to chastise,
shrewd smell of ancient tree-spice,
lingers in the unreachable corners of paradise,
when the red and golden banners are hung,
a far-off nightingale's song is sung,
the cresent moon, white-light projector,
an involuntary earth-life protector,
darling Ludwig, you sly minx,
for you have put my uncontrollable will under a jinx,
I'm ****, my true colours on display,
until it comes my time to decay,
Elise trapped thee heart in Limbo,
full of shadowed stars and powdered moonshine,
in a fairytale land divine,
treacherous Elise, make a speech,
of words no Poet can breech,
to thy trespasser, rowing,
in forbidden waters of longing melody.
175 seconds of unabridged art in blood...
AN: I'm sorry about how mad this first appears to be. If any of you know the history behind the song Für Elise then you might understand what this rant-like poem is on about.
Elise, (not her real name) was proposed to by Ludwig van Beethoven but rejected him to be with an Austrian nobleman. It is thought he wrote this for her. So I tried to describe a bit of the emotions he put into tune.
(there are many theories on who this song was meant for but I just chose this one)
