Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jul 22, 2005 11:02:59 GMT -5
This is a poem based on the child's party a tale in which children are just dancing and playing. I thought that was dull so I combined that with the legend of Danse Macabre!
and this is my poem
The Children's Night-tale
Hush I shall tell thou a tale
Of the world long long ago
Upon a stormy night a world bestowed
By humans; not by fairy-things
Once upon this playtime scene
Remote from doth who care
Close thine eyes; beg for sweet dreams
As I tell thou what was there!
Oh behold what this time rewinds
What miserable, miserable disarray!
See thy little ones calmly resign from thy mothering state
Imagine they cry and pray!
Yelling; running in the rain;
Feeding on each others pain!
Who's his partner in delinquency, --
But the children learning axinomancy?
A doll--a you say; just simply dancing—
To a music box’s Danse macabre?
Well I never! Do you see?
Three corpses meet with, three living beings—
In that looking glass’s undulation fair.
What is it you see over there?
Three rich men, wiled to repent
By their own deceased hearts
As chanting with the child’s
play of make believe;
"Such as I was you are,
And such as I am you will be.
What an inhumane thing to say
to one who’s not deceased!
Not a real live horse they had road
like grown to kill their meat
But rather had they shut their eyes
And pretended they could be.
You say, prancing as they met
Their bereavement; in oh a frightful way?
Well, I never! See such a thing?
The nightmares
That these children play!
and this is my poem
The Children's Night-tale
Hush I shall tell thou a tale
Of the world long long ago
Upon a stormy night a world bestowed
By humans; not by fairy-things
Once upon this playtime scene
Remote from doth who care
Close thine eyes; beg for sweet dreams
As I tell thou what was there!
Oh behold what this time rewinds
What miserable, miserable disarray!
See thy little ones calmly resign from thy mothering state
Imagine they cry and pray!
Yelling; running in the rain;
Feeding on each others pain!
Who's his partner in delinquency, --
But the children learning axinomancy?
A doll--a you say; just simply dancing—
To a music box’s Danse macabre?
Well I never! Do you see?
Three corpses meet with, three living beings—
In that looking glass’s undulation fair.
What is it you see over there?
Three rich men, wiled to repent
By their own deceased hearts
As chanting with the child’s
play of make believe;
"Such as I was you are,
And such as I am you will be.
What an inhumane thing to say
to one who’s not deceased!
Not a real live horse they had road
like grown to kill their meat
But rather had they shut their eyes
And pretended they could be.
You say, prancing as they met
Their bereavement; in oh a frightful way?
Well, I never! See such a thing?
The nightmares
That these children play!
