L'ange Tombe'
This fallen angel may have tarnished wings
been singed by ideals deemed too volatile for paradise
but from misfortune the phoenix redefines itself
as something even more precious than before
insight overriding the initial anguished notions
of where one resides
Looking down upon mortal remains
still rapt firmly by devotions prying eyes
the field of my stasis holding strong says volumes
that I cannot allow such a nightmare
to any more be a continuation
the hours shuffle nights intrusion so rudely upon my days
a differentiation between the two errs to blurry maze
embedding me here
in a trap of attending sufferance
My sleeping beauty
become frost maiden before decomposition asserted gain
muted power conquers her bodily submission
but in limitation I find only
a half life of former strength
as you lie in lifeless phrase
I envisage the day
when crystal imbues a gasp of recognition
flicking enlivened across your muted stare
and you'll slowly draw yourself up in ready reside
amongst the people so unlike your kind
my beautiful succubus bent by human strain
Torments porte
I stand before thee now
to amend the treachery that distends upon every application I seek
ancient evils bound to curb a reach that would threaten this cre'ation
taking only the aspect l'ange tombe' may
knowing I am not lost beyond my pe're
though a punishment so hard to bear
is little weight in compare
That my pseudo demi lies nulled in void
taken to the wold that treasures her me're
with gruesomeness as constant scenic plague
one part pure as living beings who can embrace the divine
bound back by the decline of he who refutes any stain of virtue
I accept the two though it strips much angelic influence
Esprit stolen to the depths behind this gargantuan statement
and enough I have endured for this triumphs preparation
I no longer stand at the bye
now fully to the fore
With loves touch comes the responsibility of pain
in trusts embrace I summon
all the moments I wasted hurting you
delve below the threshold of charades
that hide my immortal name
cast aside the weaknesses incarcerating this form
while clutching it's strengths close by
pe're you watch my plight from celestial province
and surrender to the fate
that these emotions have spelt out plain
I ask not of formal restitution
to again walk amongst starlights gaze
only this one wish
a chance to reclaim that which is not mine
but by it's own incline decides it so
fracture briefly the chains that hold me
beyond her tender remind
allow this sojourn through
then leave me your blessing
to frolic amongst the longevity of hearts attempt
to reclaim its sole desire
pe're please ....
Passage upon Dante's voyager unfurls its wings
the ticket a legends trembling dissappearance
momentarly inviting here to there
he passes over without hesitation
the darkness encroaches
then subdues any hint of lights shunning hate
and time trickles by
but a day in nothing lacks substance
when one cannot know virilitys slippage
A thing only a higher mind could comprehend
seeing the waves of flame in tongues
so old no soul living to the clocks wind would unravel
their welcome of devilish hospitality
amidst surprise of one who dares venture a cross across
mockery the order of the day then
An overlord fiendishly rises from rippling liquidity in molten fire
demands why goodness dares to come share the burdens
raises an angry lash in unbridled frustration
for the beast knows what it's left behind
but to see the reminder standing there before
intollerable
Genlty he shows heavens edge
argent sheathed behind a shimmering white
yet insists only to engage conversation
and the possibility of a guide to show the way
to his behest another forms
from the river running furious red
in human form adorned
with a charcoal robe of rudimentary fashion
a mark of distinction for the heavier of sinners
deposed to rot even in death
the living corpse bids him follow and saunters along
with an ill gait befitting the enduring fruit
that such chastisement bears
Along the dual figures transcend
through a multitude of ungodly dreams
each a vision that serves
a specific ratification of punishments lust fulfilled
the chosen remarking
how the traveller is seemingly unstung by hells inferno
his reply of lucky fortune ringing hollow
in a place where paradise is blasphemies imagination
The host of sorts retires with a sudden immediacy
simply melting back
into the searing pool of unbearable pains
as the seat of wicked most intentions congeals the stiffling air
crafted from all aspect of atrosities
one could possibly dimension
all strewn together in story book illustrations
that ooze motion
ghastly unspeakable things
presented matter - of - factly
progressing till they encompass a huge battlement of rising podiums
each immensely proportioned
where waits terrors arbitrator
patiently passing judgement on the descended
as if it where a dullness of routine chore
Delegating the assignment of souls he pauses
stands then wanders over
a solemn figure dressed as any regal being
carrying the air of power
similar to the almighty
He rests a withered hand upon his shoulder
conveying the immense weight beared
and smiles
with an amount of burden that brings the onset of tears
and the spoken is more
an outpouring than anything else
how he shares the pain of what was stolen
these things are difficult to reconcile
but the one he comes for cannot be released
and the weapon he wears
only brings painful memories
of what is beyond restoration
only the father could grant his boon
Then the light of a thousand stars
bloom across the night skies
as he wakens as if from a tragic dream
alone once more
l'ange tombe'
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I know you mention Dante but I feel Milton
There are hints of Milton's "Paradise Lost" in this poem - particularly with the image of "argent"!
It is a heavy, epic wade to read, (at times, almost overwhelming, suffocating with remote, scholarly expression), but, in closing, there is the lingering luxury of the exotic! And is that not what dreams/visions are all about?
Smiles and Light
AuraGem
Fallen Angel
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
This is a wonderful poem! I enjoyed reading this poem very much
as I was so happy that in the last stanza, love the line: "Then
the light of a thousand stars bloom across the night skies"!
As I've read through this poem, it contains an array of flowering
emotions searching and seeking! In the last verse I am so glad
to find that the l'ange tombe' awakens, "as if from a tragic dream!
If my French is correct: "L'ange tombe'" means "fallen angel"
I enjoyed your vivid word choices that kept the poem so
interesting!
kudos matey...
A masterpiece...(Oh no...the head...fuel...fuel...LOL...)