The Ivy Garden
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tinhuvielHey, it's poetry time! For the newbies, I like lyric poetry, reading it and writing it. I'm fond of Beat poetry too. All the rest leaves me cold. I mainly write lyric poetry. If you don't dig such, you way want to stop reading now.
THE IVY GARDEN
I walked in the Ivy Garden with my eldritch lover pale
And, strolling with me 'neath the moon, he told me this sad tale:
"I once loved on sunny days and worshiped life and light,
"But I was stricken by a lust for blood one black and bitter night.
"And I have wandered shadowed paths for many lonely years
"And everywhere I seem to roam, I inspire hate and fear."
We walked in silence for a while. The ivy curled around
The willows and the trellises and snaked along the ground.
"But I love you," I finally said and I gazed into his eyes,
Finding there the monster that the living world despised.
Yet that I loved more than aught else, for the spirit knows its kin
And I was bound as much as he in the prison of my sin.
My lover took me in his arms and embraced me as he sang.
Throughout the Ivy Garden, his ethereal voice rang,
And his music took me back in time to ancient alien days
When mythic people ruled the land with gentle Elfin ways.
And sorrow's tears fell from my eyes for all that we have lost,
And I begged to be taken far away no matter what the cost.
But he cried when I asked for his sanguine gift as he dried my pensive face,
"I cannot curse you with my Blood, you'd fall from Holy Grace."
"But haven't I already?" I asked, my voice low.
"I'm not alive, been dead for years, I only want to know
"That what we have, you and I, will never fade with time.
"Take me to your shadowed haunts and make Forever mine."
The wind blew soft and sweetly and the stars turned crimson red
As my lover drank my pain until I lay in the ivy, dead.
The living world is dying from its self-inflicted wounds
As the Ivy Garden flourishes beneath the waning moon,
And I go walking with my lover, eldritch, pale, and sad,
For death in life or life in death is all we've ever had.
THE IVY GARDEN
I walked in the Ivy Garden with my eldritch lover pale
And, strolling with me 'neath the moon, he told me this sad tale:
"I once loved on sunny days and worshiped life and light,
"But I was stricken by a lust for blood one black and bitter night.
"And I have wandered shadowed paths for many lonely years
"And everywhere I seem to roam, I inspire hate and fear."
We walked in silence for a while. The ivy curled around
The willows and the trellises and snaked along the ground.
"But I love you," I finally said and I gazed into his eyes,
Finding there the monster that the living world despised.
Yet that I loved more than aught else, for the spirit knows its kin
And I was bound as much as he in the prison of my sin.
My lover took me in his arms and embraced me as he sang.
Throughout the Ivy Garden, his ethereal voice rang,
And his music took me back in time to ancient alien days
When mythic people ruled the land with gentle Elfin ways.
And sorrow's tears fell from my eyes for all that we have lost,
And I begged to be taken far away no matter what the cost.
But he cried when I asked for his sanguine gift as he dried my pensive face,
"I cannot curse you with my Blood, you'd fall from Holy Grace."
"But haven't I already?" I asked, my voice low.
"I'm not alive, been dead for years, I only want to know
"That what we have, you and I, will never fade with time.
"Take me to your shadowed haunts and make Forever mine."
The wind blew soft and sweetly and the stars turned crimson red
As my lover drank my pain until I lay in the ivy, dead.
The living world is dying from its self-inflicted wounds
As the Ivy Garden flourishes beneath the waning moon,
And I go walking with my lover, eldritch, pale, and sad,
For death in life or life in death is all we've ever had.
©Tracy Angelina Evans
25 May, 1994
25 May, 1994
