Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Silvered Veil

Copyright © Mark Kelly 2013

Oh silvered veil and pale of skin,
you are the woman within. 
You are my Mistress,
my saviour and my gaoler, 
the night your realm,
my prison and my freedom.
You curse me yet bless me,
I am more alive under your cold, pale gaze. 
You give me strength of frame and form,
and set me forth to hunt the land. 
Yet still you leave me and I am lost,
shrivelled and weak,
full of hate.
I love you,
I hate you,
I yearn to see you, 
but the thought of you chills me to the bone. 
The innocents cower in fear at my call. 
Are there none who will end my misery?


Copyright © Mark Kelly 2013


Pk Hrezo said...

Interesting. It's a bit twisted, yet lovely.

Heather M. Gardner said...

I love you, I hate you, I yearn to see you.

That is really good.


Elise Fallson said...

A dark piece in the light of the moon. I like it. (:

Mark K said...

Thank you, and as always, your comment is interesting :)

Mark K said...

I'm so glad you fond something within it that appeals, and I appreciate your stopping by.

Mark K said...

You know, I wasn't sure if I should leave out the image above the piece and see what folks made of it or not, but I chickened out and put it in. Just wonder if it would have had translated without?

Good to see you out and about again - welcome back once more :)

Elise Fallson said...

Not sure, but you do give some beautifully written hints... I think most poeple would have gotten it. (: