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Red Cold Lipsby *Valedhelven

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

Hello again, all!

This piece is "Part 2" of a series (...if "2" can be called a "series"...) that was inspired by a poem written by =tytaniafairy. It's actually just the second stanza - the rest of her poem is reproduced below in its entirety (with her kind permission). And although I was moved by the language of it, I am admittedly unsure about the meaning behind it

, so I'm hoping someday she'll explain it to me!

I decided (...with some prompting from

...

) to drop this one into the "Visual Poetry" category, even though I'm not the poet - lol! But she said it was lonely over there in that category, so I thought I'd pay her a visit

Michelle, this one is for you, sweetheart! (Oh, I also edited Part 1 and put it into Visual Poetry, too., just for the sake of consistency...

)

I hope you all like this one! I've got a fresh batch of cookies ready and waiting...

CREDITS
Night Background:

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Fae:

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Male Onlooker:

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Ears:

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Poem Love Lost by

(fave it here if you haven’t already: [link])

My heart sings of a thousand miseries,
And spring never comes over my eyes,
My breath starts the day and ends the night,
And so brings sleeping in seraph's dream.

Red cold lips shudder, tender to the touch,
But such soft rushes of midnight are gone.
The only strike of skin is dead, like sullen
Cruelty in passions hateful smiles.

Awoke, awaken the soul with wings,
The dark character visits in an eclipse of heaven.
Alone except shadows crawl out, this apparition
Drudges the floor unto my frightened eye.

All dead and the imperial shoulders do shiver,
A memory comes to life, a living moment did waiver.
Over-friendly and ghastly to my sight, under the waves
Of cover, my head were a diadem of tears.

The swelled eyes glisten, the world is broken,
A wing is injured and nightmare spun.
What will is poor, yet bold it rejoiced -
A wall to separate translucent whispers.

Love is the parasite, indured to obey its matter.
Last stands are taken away to thunder and made to fall
In eerie waves of crimson flame.
Burnt out too soon by the coming last breath that t'was slain.

No more midnights, no more sweet kisses at dawn,
No more delights in galactic streams to grow.
No more this delicate muse to inspire the crooked heart,
And no more eternity, and now dies the bosom of me.

So night comes again and again and passes into years,
That guest, the dark visitor beckons to swallow me up,
Wonders here to kill. And ever do the embers flow,
And ever does the music morn.

The rest is just Wacom, CS3, and me!

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*dagoth-jeff May 22, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Nicely done.

~AnthropomorPhillie Mar 14, 2011 Student General Artist

"Place of silence, moving shadows
Crimson eyes are strangely gleaming in the darkness
Madness starting to awake
Playful desire starving of blood
Get down limitless night"

- Malice Mizer

Beautiful, just beautiful.

*Valedhelven Mar 23, 2011

Thank you, sweetie!

~0d1um Nov 9, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

I can give a critic because Im not a paying member, but still...

The death shown here is overly clean and neat, especially considering those morbid lyrics. it doesn''t necessarily have to blood, but some sort of an indication to the cause of death would be nice... cuts on her body? special infected poison? maybe even stigma marks on her body! that would've really improve the feel of the picture.