Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

On Dark Shadow - Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Pain drags her soul to darkness none recalls.
To soul who loved her not, her wrath befalls;
clouds stoop low, the moon tiptoes
to hear her prayer breathed in moor.
Death doth wait the evening bells;
her wind-chimes haul o'er the dreary fields.
Where love is waned, her pain is named,
she walks o'er the dew of her hope maimed.
A moment brief, her angels win-
on envy's mist arose a primrose sin.
Spells spinning on the breeze, she cast,
on veils of violet her fury hides.
To paradise where none resides...
down, down she goes.

Comments about On Dark Shadow by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

  • Indranil Bhaduri (8/16/2013 12:36:00 AM)

    Good job.. add some light to it... (Report) Reply

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  • Poetheart Morgan (2/11/2013 5:41:00 PM)

    Where are you poetess? On the darkness? Oh! come on! Come to light like your poems bright. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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