Beneath the pink horizon of dusk,
Parting words will be spoken
Over my shadowy grave;
Someone I used to love and trust
Will remember how she betrayed me
With a burning knife
Seared into my wounded heart,
And she’ll weep at the shattered remnants
Of my lonely poetry.
And if she enters the state
Of disintegration
Before my own oblivion overtakes me,
This will be her final victory
Until we inflame
All the residents of Hades.
Mr. Orpheus, please contact my agent. Any old gal will do for the part of Eurydice. ; -} I amired this poem. You have a great gift of spotting legend in life - or, is it life in legend? Not all journeys to the Underworld are successful, alas. Euridice may look back - or Orpeus may do so. Adonis's devotees may devour him. So it goes. - Will
You have managed to combine a gently penned melancholy tale with an unexpected and ironic conclusion. This is clever. Great poem. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, I love the gothic melancholy, it brings out the real colours of love and loss, very descriptive, great work.