Porcelain Queen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

About immortality and death

Your portrait’s hanged above my bed

Black tulips grow out of your head

Touching me softly your silken dress

The moon’s silver, oh, how could I rest?

 

Porcelain Queen is dead

Ivory face without that rose

Amber-scented dreams arouse

Porcelain Queen with shining hands

Had gone to everlasting lands

 

You longed for Beauty Ultimate

The perfect sculpture artifact

Your name is echoed by the wind

Another immortal who sinned

 

Porcelain Queen with shining hands

Had gone to everlasting lands

 

Porcelain Queen, that’s what you are

Goddess trapped by material

Forever rule in the world of the dead

Your fame is dim from the light that you shed


Submitted: February 10, 2008

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senseless

Really nice peace of art here. It made me picture a vampire in my head while capturing each word u wrote. Thats hard to do, i felt like u were clearing a blurry picture of a girl. Really enjoyed it.

Tue, August 19th, 2008 10:51pm

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