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Upon this benighted precipice
We hang a scarlet thread
And bind it fast upon the head
Of those we know no more

For surety we take a pledge
Of gaudy stones cast low
Arrayed in ranks before the sow
That turned to rend them all

We scribe a word constructed
And burn it to our bones
While earning interest on the loan
That leaves us ragged fools

Bestride a river red with blood
I saw mothers pale with thirst
Laying daughters down at first
And sons in iron after

Till falling like a spear to earth
From heaven cast in rage
Remuneration unassuaged
By iron bar and stone repaid

Then once more I closed the sky
And swallowed sweeter things
In memory of bitter dreams
And burn my tongue in song

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Comments (5 so far!)

  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    Dark, very cold and dark poem. Lots of death and sorrow and torture.

  2. Avatar BiC

    I can’t put my finger on it, but this piece seems to have a brief, evil, eloquence about it. Perhaps the sequel would be titled: Grandiloquence?

  3. Avatar JonB

    Not sure about the evil eloquence of it, but it certainly does leave one feeling unassuaged. One of the more interesting things that I have read on this site so far.

  4. Avatar BiC

    Sorry I commented ignorantly. I have no idea what ‘breviloquence’ means – the word nor this poem. I like it though.

  5. Avatar RoseTone ~LoA~

    Breviloquence means short/concise, from Brevity.

    Turmoil and tragedy are two words that would be applicable tags, but the main focus for me was fitting all the information in a short format while maintaining the structure.

    I’m not sure if this carried, but the last stanza is meant to display a cessation of vision, disclosing the previous portions to be a foresight of sorts. (more of past history projected into the future as a logical progression).

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