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Feature Poem--DreamingExp by ~BlackDove42:iconBlackDove42:



The gibbet's dust and dew
Soot on my hand, red lips of you

A shift like the linen of nuns
In my arms you're still warm
The shadows still kiss your pristine form

Thibauld, Big Marie
Jacqueline, and you with me

Up to the spires we'll go
With you in my embrace
Leaping off into the dawn sky
On the wings of angels we'll fly

Rats scurry over the stone
I shiver here, far from my home

Cradling you against me,
I hear nothing
But on the other side
When we reach the light
I'll hear you sing

Moon above, sweet and sublime
I'll always be yours because you are mine

Rising along with the smoke
We will twine, two as one
Touching the morning's cold breath
Our dust will mingle in death
©2009 ~BlackDove42
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Author's Comments

Ah, finally!

Thanks to a very convenient and flexible schedule, I can finish up the last of these feature poems. This is for ~DreamingExperience and I wanted to make certain I gave her something I really enjoyed. I hope she enjoys it too.

This was inspired by the end of Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. If you haven't read it, I won't spoil the ending so everything might seem out of context. Hopefully, though, you can get a picture of what's possibly going on in this poem. If you know the story, I hope that you can pick out the speaker and listener.

This is based on "Lee" by Moxy Fruvous which has a delicate melody and vivid words. The syllables don't quite follow, but I heard the song in my head as I wrote this. I had been mulling over the idea for a few weeks, tweaking things in my head before I felt that I could put something on paper.

More to come!

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<3

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My Id and Superego take the forms of Megatron and Optimus Prime.
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I'm glad that you like it^^ I don't know if you had read the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but this was what stuck out as the perfect way to describe what might have happened in between the penultimate and last chapters.

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If holidays were twelve months long
And life were games and fun
And all the skies
Were filled with PSI's
...Would thinking still get done?


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Never read it, so I didn't exactly get the ties to the book. But, my mind did make some pretty images from them. <3

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My Id and Superego take the forms of Megatron and Optimus Prime.
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Huzzah! That's good enough for me^.^

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If holidays were twelve months long
And life were games and fun
And all the skies
Were filled with PSI's
...Would thinking still get done?


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