Thursday, August 23, 2007

Experimental Writing

Little doll
Who carries the name of the most beautiful flower
Could you please bring me something from your parents' tower?

Of course dear Shadow
What is it you humbly ask to endow?

Walk back to your castle dear child
And make it your family's tomb
For all I really yearn
Lies within your mother's womb

I once heard of a man who will become like no other
Could you please bring me your still unborn brother?

The shadow bowed in gratitude, completing her task
Would you like anything in return, might I ask?

Please I hope you won't find me wrong
I would like to play, laugh and dance all night long
But no matter what I want
I would find a friend the most relevant

I’m sorry dear little flower
Friends I can not give
It is sadly beyond my power

Then I would like my brother back
For this deal of ours
Just turned awfully sour
What good are you, if you make me weep?
Please have my brother returned by the gates of my keep

Neither your brother I can give you
What you gave is given
I merely strive for a way to make it even
Seeing my offer is merely out of kindness
This child will never know the embrace of your fortress

Then I wish for a way to have you undone
Kind shadow
I want you mauled and buried
By the darkest and most blighted meadow

Fair enough little flower
Without feelings of either vain or rue
I will grant your one wish 'come true

Without honour
Without grace
You will travel to the darkest place
Untouched by the vilest of gloom
Your skin will always run paler than our brightest moon

Travel the road of which I pointed
And be forever gone
For sure one day
You will have me undone

Thank you kindly,
Shadow of whom I don't know

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