The flicker of white and ivory
mixing in black.
The bitter chill of the wind,
whistling through the cathedral,
will not impede her playing.
Willed to life by a thread of notes,
stitched by the Lady in White.
Her scarlet stare reveals her thirst,
but it sees only the dead.
Scepters flock to her concert,
bound to her by blood.
Their ghostly faces await
the final chord to be struck.
One stands apart from the rest,
regal in form, but humble in character.
She alone is happy to be held,
captive by the Lady in White.
Blurred stones and statues,
glowing apparitions and roses,
Her voice soars for the finish
but her fingers tremble on the keys.
Whispers of rose petals chase her feet,
As she walks with eyes wide.
She waits for an embrace,
one that comes from death.
A fair statue she becomes,
as the cold apparition converges with life.
A moment longer she is ensnared in her dreams,
and the Lady in White is gone.
mixing in black.
The bitter chill of the wind,
whistling through the cathedral,
will not impede her playing.
Willed to life by a thread of notes,
stitched by the Lady in White.
Her scarlet stare reveals her thirst,
but it sees only the dead.
Scepters flock to her concert,
bound to her by blood.
Their ghostly faces await
the final chord to be struck.
One stands apart from the rest,
regal in form, but humble in character.
She alone is happy to be held,
captive by the Lady in White.
Blurred stones and statues,
glowing apparitions and roses,
Her voice soars for the finish
but her fingers tremble on the keys.
Whispers of rose petals chase her feet,
As she walks with eyes wide.
She waits for an embrace,
one that comes from death.
A fair statue she becomes,
as the cold apparition converges with life.
A moment longer she is ensnared in her dreams,
and the Lady in White is gone.
For English, my teacher told us to write poetry around a theme and title the theme. I titled mine Blood, Roses, and Dreams. I am still trying to fit insanity in there somewhere but unfortunatly I doubt that is happening. Please offer any constructive critism that you can think of, I really want to make sure this peace is near perfect (perfect doesn't exist in my world)
