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[aid] => Mick
[title] => While My Pretty One Sleeps
[time] => 2002-11-25 02:00:00
[hometext] => My poem-"While My Pretty One Sleeps"-I wrote about a dream I had. I was going to write it into a short story but I though a poem would be more beautiful and the setting fit. This poem is about me-the pretty one-(I know it sounds vain), the devil, and his demons. The narrarator is the devil. What is taking place is he is coming into my life to try to take me from my belief in God and bring me to him. The "mark" he throws symbolizes his allowance to interact with me and hurt me in any way he can. I had this dream when I was 16 and I began to have traumatic stuff happen when I was 17. I hope this makes some sense. Enjoy.
[bodytext] => In the garden...
AWAIT!---Silence. The dead reach towards us. Into the light we've come my Brothers, my Sisters. Black are they, their cloaks of velvet, swaying as they drift with me to the window and see my pretty one. She sleeps with angels in golden rim her hair of raven black. Skin like cream, apon her cheeks roses rest, her eyes dark amber. Her lips of lucious pink shine in the pale silvery light of the glass moon to smile sweetly at me. LOOK!--she speaks. She speaks of safty. She knows I am near. LIGHT!--THE LIGHT!-- The angels look over to see me and mine their eyes of beautiful firey blue and hair of all colors: gold, fire, and night. Their eyes seem like aqua rubies, their wings, and skin, and garmets of the brightest blinding pure white. When they speak the speak in chords, like magicial sirens in "The Oddessy" ready to devour the evil me and mine possess. They protect her, my pretty one, as she sleeps. Dressed in garmets from long ago I raise my icy green animal eyes to the angels and I smile so devilishly that they form baracades around my pretty one. I laugh and force the windows open pouncing in like a cat, untamed and wild, but all the same elegant. Quickly I smile to stop in front of the angels afraid to step near I wait. They sing.--That horrid noise deafens my ears but I proceed and throw my mark. It lands at her head--my pretty one. The angels sing in horror then swiftly I drift out with mine before the angels can stop me. She is marked "mine" and only HE can save her. HE, the One she never forgot and never will forget but she must remember this for the false love will do her no good. HE, the One, is her link with the angels. The bargin is done--the angels have their part. I have me and mine--but to see who wins is the key. Now while the angels rest at her feet, limbs, side, and overhead I watch my pretty one sleep--she is slightly disturbed. My half has begun--first by a dream. Her cries for help turn to soft smiles as HE enters her mind.--She hasn't forgotten. HE has saved her. And in the shadows of the night me and mine watch. All this while my pretty one sleeps. ---Katie Rockett [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Noelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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