Death of the Nymph

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a mortal and a magical being's love was meant to die.


“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” --Anais Nin

Submitted: April 22, 2008

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His eyes reflected her tearful face,
Barely visible in the dark water
That smoothed itself for the Prince
Of all lifetimes languidly lived,
And screamed in agony for help
Among the stars, the angels and the seraphs
But ended with the death of the nymph:

Once, love loved lustfully
To the joys and embraces of the mismatched mates,
Twice, love forgave the wandering of the Prince
Of all lifetimes lavishly lived,
But thrice love could wait no longer
For a  possibly impossible return.

The free-spirited nymph fretted and hoped
A last glance at the eyes that never moped
As they both flourished with nature,
Yet are now nowhere near her at all;
Down came her tears, down came the rain,
Freezing her heart cold, vanishing all pain,
Then comes the Prince a day too late.

His eyes reflected her tearful face,
Barely visible in the dead water
That smoothed itself for the Prince
Of all living lost love,
And screamed in agony for mercy
Among the stars, the angels and the seraphs
But ended with the death of the nymph.



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