This is a poem for Rosella. I hope you enjoy it despite it's heartwrenching effect.
I've been doing so much work and yes I think I may be verging on depression but poetry is my outlet and so this happens. I'll stop wittering on and just post the thing.
I've been doing so much work and yes I think I may be verging on depression but poetry is my outlet and so this happens. I'll stop wittering on and just post the thing.
The Gentle Assassin
A young girl laughs
Running through the sunshine
Through golden dancing motes of dust
She sprawls upon her bed
And stares up at the paper on the ceiling
Written in flowing flowery script
In thick gold ink
A poem
“Golden God”
Rosella weeps then cries with joy
At the magic on her ceiling
A work by the Purple Poet
How she adores him, longs for his praise
Even to glimpse him, meet him, know him
Would overflow her heart with wonder
And she waits for her own piece of awe
Taken from the cloths of heaven
By the Purple Poet
The Gentle Assassin
Running through the rain
As drops of grey soak her matted brown hair
And gleam in the dual orbs of a storm tossed sea
The single black rose
Shines darkly in the ghostly moonlight
She spots her victim
Unaware of his impending demise
She casually plucks a spinning star of silver and death
And strikes
Time slows
A figure in violet robes
Jumps in front of her victim
A crimson stain blossoms from his wrinkled chest
His face full of pain and dismay
As he seeks out the Gentle Assassin
Time fragments into sharp moments of confusion
The tear rolling down his eye
The ever growing pool of redness staining the earth
The flash of silver submerged deep in his flesh
The single black rose
Rosella stares at the Purple Poet in shock
She weeps over his body
Tears mingling with the ebbing life force
Splattered over the ground
His breath comes in short bursts
He mutters a word
“Rosella”
I’m sorry I never found the time
Remember me when I am gone away
Then a last froth filled gasp
And silence
Rosella Embers
Sits unmoving by her Purple Poet
As the single black rose falls
The petals disintegrating into nothing
She remembers the young girl
Laughing through the swirling golden reams
Of diamond dust
Picks up her silver star
Closes her eyes
Makes her choice.
That was beautiful... I'm lost for words... :') It is sad... :( But in a good way! :) I absolutely adore your poetry... And what else is there to say? Urm... Derektastic, EPICA, Awesomesauce Incarnate!
ReplyDeleteXDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Your poetry is EPIC!!!!!!!! Okay... I think I've just killed the comment... oh well :)
As I said on the overflow, mere seconds after you left, "Octa, that was beautifully written, and also very, very depressing. *sniffle*"
ReplyDeleteWow. Fanbloodytastic.
ReplyDeleteOH MY FREAKIN' GOD! I AM ASHSMED OF MYSELF! THIS IS THE FIRST OF YOUR POEMS THAT I'VE READ, AND I AM SORRY FOR IT! YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITER! YOU COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THIS STUFF! OMG! L-L-L-LOVE IT!!!!!!!! :D
ReplyDeleteThat....was so deep and moving Octa...
ReplyDeleteHow you come up with this stuff i do not know.
You have such a talent for poetry my friend.
i hope you dont feel too depressed octa!
but...just in case *circus music comes in*
*skylara comes in on a unicycle juggling monkeys*
*monkeys get angry and attack skylara with muffins*
*skylara runs away and lobs the muffins back at the monkeys*
*gives up and eats muffins as monkeys throw them at her*
Cheer up octa! I hope your beutiful poetry makes you feel better! it sure makes me feel better and possitively gobsmacked at how fantabulous it is ;)
*smiles*
ReplyDeleteI'm feeling better already. Seriously.
Wooooow....
ReplyDeleteThat was So beautiful and So sad!
~applauds, slowly at first, then into a growing clatter of hands upon hands~
Magnificent! Bravo!!
Stupendous!
Awe-inspiring!!
Bravo!!
*screams madly*
ReplyDeleteTHE PURPLE POET IS BACK!
I SHALL TELL ROSIE IMMEDIATELY!
THAT MEANS NOW!
srry, caps lock got stuck...
promise you'll have another peom soon!
and promise you won't die again!
*wipes a tear from her eye*
Kallista poetry can never be understood wrongly. Poetry is what YOU see. Not what THEY see.
ReplyDeleteBTW i love it. It's so beautiful
You're amazing.
ReplyDeleteAs in, with all the poetry stuff.
Just...
W
O
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Beautiful Octa simply beautiful! *tears stream down skulgirls facew*
ReplyDeleteThat was amazing. I don't think I can find words to describe it. It's just...beautiful. And that's an understatement.
ReplyDeleteOMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOA! ITS IS BRILLIANT! NO WORDS DESCRIBE IT!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU!!!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
*tears brimming*
*whispers*
thank you soooooo much!!!!!!!!! it is really beautiful!!!!omg..... no words describe its awesomeness.....
THNAKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROSIE.
(i now give you permission to call me that. only you and nyx have that privlidge!)
BTW....
ReplyDeletewhy did i kill you?
sorry for the typos
and THANKYOUSOMUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay!
ReplyDeleteRosie!
I'm honoured :)
You didn't intend to kill me, it was ironic.
You aimed at some person you were hired to kill and ended up killing me, the person you always wanted to meet.
So the irony was that you longed to meet me but when you did it turned out to be bad.
And plus every now and then I kill off someone in my poems not sure why.
It just happens.
But interpret it however you want to.
ReplyDeleteI left parts of it purposely ambiguous this time.
thank you VERY much Octa! I stuck this poem nest to "Golden God" on my ceiling. I't getting quite cluttered now, what with all of your poems. :P
ReplyDeleteI am so pleased with this poem, and have never been happier in my life! thank you so much!
Oh, it's so wonderful!
ReplyDeleteHow do you write all these beautiful poems?
tears still spring to my eyes every time is read this...
ReplyDeleteAnd yet a year later, I adore this poem and ravenously read it like it is the first and last time I will see it...!
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