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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Dante, my Dark Raven...A story of self preservation
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- by starla, on Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:16pm PDT
The darkness creeps around
me; slipping in and out of my heart's consciousness,
pulling me into a depth of deep thought. I want to struggle and be
like those others, bubbly and smiling..always holding onto hope. A
smile finds a place upon my lips as I slowly part them and realize
I can release the darkness by embracing it. Give into my passion by
seeing through the blue and purple to the beautiful light waiting.
The pain is always so sharp when the Dark Raven attacks. I feel a
peaceful calm come over me when left alone to lick my wounds and
wait for them to heal. This time no peace seems to be coming. I
escaped once and began a new life, but the beautiful raven changed
form into that of a cunning wolf. He tracked me, I could feel his
breath upon my eyelids as I slept. Will no harbor ever be truly
safe? Like a small child I cower behind the tall trees, fleeing
deep into the edges of the forest we call society. Many Eagles keep
watch but often become silent when the Raven cries out. He is small
in comparison and considered no threat, but do not be fooled, evil
lies within those wings. Those beautiful wings which once flew me
around the world, beguiling my innocence until he controlled me,
clipping my wings so I wouldn't fly away. No one answers my cry
for help, turning their heads in indifference. How arrogant to
think I must choose to stay.Like my broken will was ever so strong
as the mighty oak I wish to be. Today I stand upon the edge of the
volcano. It is erupting so hot, loud, and colorful. I see and feel
the vibrancy of these colors. A pallet I will later realize was
life itself. Reds so dark, scarlet smears along the walls and
floor. I clearly see the form it takes as if looking upon a
painting of someone else. The Dark Raven always so large towering
over me. I usually feel so weak. My heart a constant pounding in my
ears as if waves are crashing over my entire soul. I feel the
ground crumbling beneath me over and over again, threatening
to wash me away as I slip into unconsciousness. I realize this time
is strangely different, the Raven is on his knees..then he rises
up, standing erect over me, shoulders back and I feel the wings
break from his side one by one. Each snapping sounds like branches
of a brittle tree echoing in an empty forest. I feel the chains
upon my ankles come loose and see the scarlet liquid is not that of
my own. I drop the silver arrow from my hand. It's hot and
heavy...reality will someday reveal the chains were undone by an
officer who found me. The arrow the gun I unholstered from her side
as He entered the room. He being Dante. Beautiful, deceptive Dante
Who has Captured me with his smile, charmed me with his words, and
beaten me with his hands. Today the volcano erupted one final time
as the will to live outdid the desire to die. No matter what
consequences it may bring tomorrow,today I am free as the mighty
Raven drops from the sky with one final cry never to rise
again.
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Posted by victoriaf Thu Apr 16, 2009 6:33pm PDT
wow. this is a beautiful story i really enjoyed it.
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Posted by Allswell Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:03am PDT
Very nice!.....You did a great job!...I tend to be more on the "dark side"...of life so I really like this....Keep it up and let me know when you continue or write something else....Have a great day;)...Much Love...xo
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Posted by susan Sat Apr 18, 2009 2:29pm PDT
this is a really great story. but this is the dark side of ytou but like you bubbly.
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Posted by MichaelV Sat Apr 18, 2009 3:31pm PDT
The "art of living and change" How cool?? Nice to meet you!!!!
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Posted by POETRY Sat Apr 18, 2009 3:36pm PDT
very nice work!
you must stop by and read me!
much love poetry!
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Posted by The Viper Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:06pm PDT
And so the little blue bird finds strength and power that is regal
in her most desperate hour tranforms herself into the eagle
allowing her most dark basic instinct to save her soul
she struck down the raven but freedom was her main goal
no longer will she cower in the shadow of the one who enslaved her
she is free to regain all the lost time that seems only a blur
so fly free and full of hope, love and fun
and may another raven never agian steal your sun
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Posted by The Viper Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:35pm PDT
Yes Starla,
I have to say when I can feel emotion from the words you write I know it came from past experience and from your heart. I do enjoy these types of poems the very most! I can get a little glimpse of your beautiful soul....though it has had some unhappy experiences it has survived and triumphed in life. So glad I was not mistaken by what I felt and read from your poem! The fact it was so clear demonstrates to me you have a gift, some would call it talent!
p.s. I won't tell your husband if you won't tell my wife!!LOL!
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Posted by Mag Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:33pm PDT
whoa! I will have to re-read this one.
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Posted by ☠☆Maggie☆☠ Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:30pm PDT
wow u werent kidding that was amazing!!!!!!!!!! perfection! thanks 4 stopping by post! im still going threw urs :)-maggie
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