La Belle Dame Sans Merci: A poem
Recently, I've been reading Edgar Allen Poe hence my inspiration for these themes of the dark and deathly. Hope you find it interesting!
Eyes are windows to one’s soul
The picture whispered
Unintelligible fancies, both animating and foul
Yet, I could not take my eyes of her
Ensnaring me by her cherry red lips
Those eyes ablaze sapphire
Against that pale countenance, sorrow writ
Tresses black as a raven
But it was those eyes I couldn’t escape
Look where I may
They poisoned with their beauty, I stared agape
Craftily sculpted were they, irresistibly appealing
Seemed to scan and question my very existence
Laced with velvet curtains of lashes, stealing
A sidelong beckoning glance at me, lulling both caution and sense
The candle burnt low
And shadows cast on the lovely maiden
Did thou smile, my love?
Or is my fancy gone loose, sleep laden
I grow drowsy with the darkening shadows
Perfumed by thy wonder and beguiling exquisiteness
Come to me, dear lady, and embrace
Why dost thou look so afraid and nervous?
Why thy unease, darling, tell me, do
I shall vanquish
Escape to me, my princess
So I may serve thy every wish
And sleep closed warm over me
With fitful pleasure, descending
Here, my love, I shall join thee
Material bounds, transcending
Now, what hast happened?
Why this agony, why this shame?
As thou stand over me
Upon my grave, an epitaph bears my name
And now you smile your prettiest
Your cheek blooms rouge, you smirk at me
Bewitching than ever
La Belle Dame Sans Merci