Thursday, November 20, 2014

Blog Post #14: My Darkly Gothic Poem


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the night falls as if slain by the sun, cold and alone are we.
the light for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must sicken and die.

your heart beats no more.
how could you not understand?
lost souls surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.


  • Slain comes from the old english of slean, which means strike or kill, particularly in a violent way. I chose this word cause I wanted that drama and also to create the irony of the sun, which is supposedly associated with good, murdering the night.
  • The tone would be described as despairing, depressed, hopeless, and even raging.
  • The mood evoked is sad and sorrowful.
  • Binary opposites include the cold night and the darkness contrasting against the light of the sun. Hope and understanding clash with the idea of death.

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