Seraphine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Hi, everybody! Here's a poem I wrote after being inspired by one of my characters. PG rating because of one or two words that might not be 'suitable' for deh behbehs (children). There's a very simple riddle hidden in the poem...very simple, indeed. Try to find it- first person to comment and tell me what it is gets virtual cookies. Which are delicious. But don't think too hard, because you'll get confused and it really isn't too hard to find. :)
Please-
feedback is wanted. And if you'd like to read more, please comment. Nice to be on Booksie! :)

PS- If any of you (and I highly doubt this, but might as well say it) have seen this same poem on deviantArt, it is my poem. I didn't steal Ren-Elric101's poem- I am her. So there. :) Just so no one accuses me of being a poem-snatcher.

PPS- If you all would like an audio recording, just let me know. :)

PPPS- There is supposed to be an accent mark pointing in the right direction over the e, but it was making it look all funny, so I removed it. Sorry!

Submitted: May 09, 2011

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Séraphine

How can I tell them I want no more?
Ever yet I continue to take.
Let angels turn their bonnie heads and
Pretend they're not awake.
Methinks that you won't understand;
Even lies can sometimes grow out of hand.
Paper hearts are torn as
Liars are born and
Everything is contraband
And death is all around.
So take up sword and march onwards.
Écorché dance to greet you! Oh savoir of the damned!
Save these wretched beasts because
Angels surely can't.
Vie for their souls to be saved.
Eftsoons do it again.
Monsters shall plague thee as thee sleep.
Eidolism takes root when you think of me.


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