Ghost From the Gothic

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

It wasn't a full moon night 

Nor was it a stormy fight

When lightning struck 

Across the cloudless sky 

Bringing back to life

A Majestic Queen

Who lay buried among the castle raze

Her eyes flashing rubies of rage 

Her ebony hair tangling with the dead roots

She rose onto her feet

With an eerie twist of her scarlet lips 

As the robes of her rags

Floated around her like the foam of the sea

Rising to drown the world into the abyss

Vengeance flowed in her dried up veins

Fueling her senses with gruesome power

To destroy all that was the cause of her ruin;

Time flew backward, carrying the Queen 

Into the chamber of her lover

Whose betrayal turned her a corpse 

Buried in the shadows of the night.

A ghost, the Queen still was

Alive yet dead, Powerful yet vulnerable 

With a jeweled dagger in her hand 

Stabbing the blackened heart of her sallow lover;

The history remained unchanged 

Yet the Queen was avenged 

For she was a ghost from the gothic. 

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Note:
After a Sunday break, we are back again with Day 8 for G.
I tried a horror poem with seven lines per stanza.

Forgotten Memories

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Fresh as the morning dew

Fiery as the summer sun

The memories danced forth

Their presence a foolish reminder 

Of the past, that flew by

As I fancied the world was mine to conquer. 

Free as the mindless breeze

Funny as the chirping birds

The memories floated around

Trying to fill my senses with warmth;

The fervent attempts brought tears to my eyes,

I knew there was filth hidden in the empty spaces. 

Fierce as the strike of lightning 

Furious as the rumbling thunder 

The memories lashed, forcing my heart and soul

To embrace the finicky reminders 

And forgive the daunting echoes;

Yet, I pushed them away, for forgotten memories were best, buried forever. 

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Note:
Day 6 for F
A stanza with six lines is called a sestet (though it is usually used in sonnets).
Each line has a word with F in it.
Maybe, I should patent these new poetry forms.

Enamored by Her Waltz

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Love 

Struck me

As you twirled

In abandon

Swaying in the breeze

On a sweet summer night

Your intoxicating scent

Filled my senses, luring my soul

To become a part of your presence

By letting go of the strings that bind me

In this world where our love had no place left

Among the choking fumes of venom

Seeping through vents of chimneys

Scattered all around our homes.

Let us waltz far away

Where flowers like you

Are worshiped by

Delicate

Souls like

Mine. 

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Note:
Day 5 for E
The style is Double Etheree where the syllables in each line increase from 1-10 and decrease from 10-1.

Dangerously Dainty Darlings

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Dainty little flowers bloomed along the path 

Dazzling me with their coy smiles

Darker than blood, the tangled weeds crept all over

Demanding me to snatch a bloom to save my soul

Dazzling me with their coy smiles

Dreams of a land far away beckoned to me 

Demanding me to snatch a bloom to save my soul

Delusions of a happy ever after enveloped me

Dreams of a land far away beckoned to me 

Desperate to grab the bounty of love with both hands 

Delusions of a happy ever after enveloped me
Destroying the bitter truth with the taste of poppies

Desperate to grab the bounty of love with both hands
Darker than blood, the tangled weeds crept all over
Destroying the bitter truth with the taste of poppies
Dainty little flowers bloomed along the path 

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Note:

• Day 4 with D. 
• The style is called Pantoum in which 8 lines are repeated to form a 16 lines poem. 
• So that's 4*2 words with D, for 4*4 lines of 4 stanzas for day 4. :) 

Crown the Clouds

Far away, beyond my reach, you float

Fluffy as whipped cream, or 

Scary as the shadowy ghost

Where do you travel from here

Leaving me to stare at your silhouette

as I wonder if you carry the rain or the sun.

Too fast you swim through the azure sky 

Changing from a dragon to a cat to a flower

Even as the sinking sun paints you golden

What's so entrancing about a puff of dust

They ask me again and again 

Little do they know, the dust is magic.

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Note:

• Day 3 for C 
• Clouds have been my favorites since I was a child. I have hundreds of pictures of just clouds (yup, no joke). 
• The poetry form is Double Cherita (I invented it, lol). 
• Cherita is a small poem with 1, 2, and 3 line stanzas. The stanzas can be altered to a few combinations such as 1 2 3, 3 2 1, 2 1 3, etc. 
• And, viola you see what I did here. 

Black and White

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Black and white, are they just colors

Looming in the vast sky

And

Creeping along the rocky shores

Knowing they have surrounded you from all sides?

Abandoned by the shades of the rainbow

Nudged to the corners of the universe

Doomed or dazzled are the colors of life?

What if the white merged with the black;

Have you ever wondered? 

Imagine! If the world was only gray

Terrible or tantalizing, twisted or timid would it be?

Eerily endless is the quest to drown in the spaces between the black and white. 

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Note:
The letter for today is B.
We are having a small poetry weekly fun contest in a FB writers' group. The contest had the theme of B&W which inspired me to write this poem.
The poem is written in Acrostic style. (one of my favorites).