Arthur Edwardson

My Emily

Poem by Arthur Edwardson

It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wanting she is forever damned to pursue.

Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011