Friday, June 24, 2005

Saturnine

Sanguine little face
 Oval and young
That's chiseled
 To the depths
Of a cursed soul
 Time slips past
And will continue
 In whose treacherous spell
Genesis be old
 Kingdoms and men be
Moss and dust
 But what shalt remain
Point back in time
 To memoirs, grass green
That face amongst
 Many masks unveiled
Now, thought
 Only a thought
To this grim faced


 Saturnine..

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

can relate to it completely...can see th influence of what's being read....:)!!!

S.L. Corsua said...

Sanguine little face
Oval and young
That's chiseled
To the depths
Of a cursed soul

That face amongst
Many masks unveiled


Quite an impressive description, dear. ^_^

Anonymous said...

thanks soulless..its her face :)

: M : said...

i can see shades of my new self here. crummy times for both you and me..and dealing with it in differnt ways too. or rather i am not dealing at all with anything..sigh

Anonymous said...

hey vinod..thanks for visitin my space....nice place u got here..keep it goin!! chips

Anonymous said...

sorry bout that...didnt leave my name in the last message

Blue Athena said...

"...chiseled
To the depths
Of a cursed soul..."

Like it. :)

Φ said...

CA hold on..
Chips ur welcome

Φ said...

Blue athena: Amazing blog u have..xcellent posts..

Anonymous said...

of a cursed soul..
at whose fault art thou
mask unveiled
yet i see nothing but shadow
time may slip past
elements of a corrupted spirit
i care no more
i feel no emotion

do you see through?

glides away*