Arthur Vaso Poet Couplet

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Lady of Paris

Into the night I marched
Into deaths grip I fell

Musical notes running after me
Violins weeping afterwards

Stars fading into matter
Nothing matters without love

Lights shine over there
Can I reach or do I dare?

I can’t get out of this repressive chair
I can’t stand the people whom stare

My mind is all wrapped in shrouds
Hiding within the skies dark clouds

My smiles stolen by royalty golden
Now my tears flow as I weep

Is there any hope to keep?
Or am I doomed to deaths grip so deep

Gargoyles yelping for their fare
Me, dangling from the air

Aurore are you there?............

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Phyllis Babcock February 1, 2017 at 12:40 PM An inner battle but hopefully she will not kill you so that means she is still there. lol Nicely done. love phyl

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2017 at 7:52 PM My, another hauntingly sad one. It implies a hanging death I think. The image of the gargoyles both in your picture and in the poem was gothic brilliance.

Claudia Polydoro January 29, 2017 at 2:17 PM Great poem, Arthur... It calls to me... really deep... Arthur Vaso January 29, 2017 at 4:33 PM Thank you Claudia! :)

Jean Murray January 28, 2017 at 4:22 PM Yes, she's there . Don't let go. Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:40 PM Only thing left is the breeze of cold air!

Joe Maverick January 25, 2017 at 11:44 AM Hi Arthur, there is indeed a over arching.. An Aurore of the emphatic & empathy in this piece, ambiguity chases candour, yet this despite a brooding angle is not dour.' Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:40 PM Thanks Joe!

Kim Rodrigues January 22, 2017 at 9:13 PM Quite an interesting write! Enjoyed! Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:24 PM Thank you so much Kim!

Tim Smith January 22, 2017 at 8:49 AM A heartfelt inner battle....I hope she's there. Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:24 PM She is, in part 2 she will probably kill me!

Anne-Lise Andresen January 22, 2017 at 7:34 AM - Powerfully great writing, Arthur ! - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:23 PM Thank you so much Anne-Lise!

Paul Callus January 22, 2017 at 7:12 AM Tears and weeping violins reflect the loss/lack of love; is death a solution? The Gothic touch conveyed by the gargoyles contributes to this type of dark poetic effect. Again...will dawn bring some sort of relief? // paul Arthur Vaso January 28, 2017 at 7:21 PM Thanks Paul, the comments inspired an almost sequel!! :)

Darren White January 21, 2017 at 10:30 PM Strong, powerful, dark and scary... I feel this and I can feel the despair. Great poetry, this! Darren White January 22, 2017 at 3:07 AM It means more to me, but cannot say :) Arthur Vaso January 21, 2017 at 10:31 PM Thank you Darren, appreciate your kind words!