Couple of years back when a new environment was the new truth for me my escape was the white pages where I can scribble my past so I don't have to stay in reality and face the truth.
The past for me was the bliss and the present was the curse. I overcome that eventually but one thing that remained with me was the scribbling , It was an escape first but later it became a habit. A habit which is eventually becoming my identity.
I don't know what life has packed for me but I now know scribbling nothings on white paper is a part of me.
This is my submission to the "Death Becomes Her" phrase prompt challenge I'm hosting on my @carolyns_challenges account. The phrase is credited to Robert Zemeckis for his 1992 film of the same title. Per the film "death becomes her" denotes physical beauty in and beyond death, so I chose to write my piece about a vampire. Thank you for reading.
DEATH BECOMES HER: A Vamp's Tale by Carolyn Glackin Death becomes her, what a charm! Immortal soul, beguiles with harm Raven tresses, porcelain skin Lurid beauty, steeped in sin
Death becomes her, how she doth shine! So moribund in sweet decline Her heart beats not, yet she lives on This jezebel of Babylon
Death becomes her, heaven knows Here she lies in dark repose A taste for blood, an urge to kill They say she does it for the thrill
Her looks: angelic, deeply stunning But don't be fooled, she's cruel and cunning! A master of her given race You won't survive if she gives chase!
Her life: suspended animation She'll strike you down, no hesitation! Beware her homicidal wrath Steer clear of her most deadly path
Lithe and lovely, pristinely pale Yet there within, a ghastly tale Her fate sealed by her final breath Behold the concubine of death!
Be saddened not, by funeral dirge For in her death, her life doth surge Though death becomes her, lo! 'Tis true Yet in her death, she comes for you! Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/25/2020
The phrase prompt being DEATH BECOMES HER ( Robert Zemeckis )
The format I have used for this challenge is #spenserian_sonnet and the end rhyme goes ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
Here the concept I have used about is the thing we all are lacking today and that is contentment It's only after she's gone we think about contentment This is the narrative to say that contentment is actually advocated for once she's gone
DEFINITION (of taciturn): An adjective meaning silent, reserved in speech, quiet, saying very little.
RULES: Write a poem of 20 lines (or less, but not more), using the word 'taciturn.' English only please.
▪N0 plagiarism ▪NO inappropriate language/images ▪NO more than one submission per person
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DURATION: This challenge will run for 24 hours from the time of posting and will end when it says '1d' in the upper right hand corner of this post.
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Misfortune was another name for being a girl. Deprived from childhood rights they were left so taciturn like a dead soul inside a moving body. Lying in a corner an object possessed more values than being a girl. Life were snatched and they were left with a hollow heart.