Untitled Poem

[Beguiled]

I finished this a few minutes ago, it just.. came to me. XD It's really random and strange, but that's one of my favorite kinds of poems to write so it worked out alright. Sadly it doesn't have a title just yet. I'm still thinking of one. Any feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy.

~Beguiled

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Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Leave no trace,
Within the clock,
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
Drops of blood,
Or winged flock.

Twisting vine or crimson spire,
Hidden beneath frozen fire,
Tell the truth be not the liar,
Come to their aid, their need is dire.

Sun of gold or Moon of white,
Question what lies beyond your sight,
Heed the dark and ignore the light,
Fear not at all for courage is might.

Open the door with your mind alone,
Patient now, you will be shown,
Follow where the night has flown,
Cultivate that which has grown.

Paintings lining halls of gold,
Doors and tapestries to unfold,
Kept in chests withered and old,
In treasuries hidden in caverns cold.

Pathways twining here and there,
Following footsteps clear and fair,
Dancing feet like petals rare,
Ringing through pearlescent air.

Shivering mists hide many a skull,
Bones mangled still gleaming dull,
Measured life halfway full,
Careful lest they steal your soul.

Flirt with death and tempt your fate,
Praise the dawn although it's bait,
Please them and step through the gate,
Carve your name into the slate.

Twisting twining spells that lie,
Beneath the ground beneath the sky,
Truths at doorways ever pry,
While trees that were groan and sigh.

Beneath the soil rivers run,
Where lies are fought and truths undone,
Seek the shadows shy from the sun,
The darkness reign has begun.

Shiver, shudder cower in fear,
The light has fled, the darkness nears,
Flame, burn, char and sear,
Shatter the image in the mere.

Leave this hell of winding keys,
Leave the place where none are free,
Where minds are slaves on bent knees,
A hell that you alone can see.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
Leave no trace,
Within the clock,
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
A secret place,
With a golden lock.

[Kury Wagner]

Oh... my... goodness. Wow, that's awesome. Girly, I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, you are an excellent writer.

[Mary_mari]

Wow, Beguiled! This is probably my favourite piece from you now* I love the rhyming scheme and the consistent patterns that layer. It has a feel of an encantation or spell of sorts. I especially like the line "Bones mangled gleaming dull". It's a contradiction that makes itself whole. Beautiful! ^^

[Kylewayne]

O_O! That was unbelievable! I agree with the rest. You are a good writer and therefopre you should write more :D *pokes you repeatedly to do so*

[Beguiled]

Wow! Thanks for the feedback you guys! I really appreciate it and I'm glad you all enjoyed it!


You are a good writer and therefopre you should write more :D *pokes you repeatedly to do so*
Strangely enough, I just started another one! I should have it up later tonight or tomorrow! =D

[Squisheee]

wow, i loved it! your poetry is soo good! i am so jealous! :) good job!

[Chime]

The atmosphere was so correct, the words flowed so perfectly, it seemed almost unintentional that it transitioned so fluidly. you have a beautiful gift. please put it to good use.

[Reket]

Yep. Random and strange, but you got down the main line of poetry right. It's got a wonderful rhythm to it, you know? :D You also got the rhyming streak great. It was a good number of stanzas for a poem like this and simple yet indepth at the same time...now how do you do that??

You're a great writer, definitely. You gotta keep going with stuff like this!:D

~carrot