Statua Ornus
<>I turn to ashes
You turn to stone
I’m scattered and stranded
You’re all alone
<>The sky must be falling
Cuz now I am crawling
Over your granite tears
Your petrified soul <>
You look like heaven
But sound like hell
You’re crafted in marble
But rendered in groans <>
Everything is nothing
It’s all turned to dust
Passion surrendered
Love dethroned
Bring on the guillotine
Let the severed be mourned
You shall have no redemption
For I am atoned
<>
Toast the setting sun
Raise your voice in song
Embrace the inevitable
And let it be known
Devotion has dwindled
And feeling is scorned
What once was worshipped
Is now bemoaned
I’ve turned to ashes
You’ve turned to stone
You turn to stone
I’m scattered and stranded
You’re all alone
<>The sky must be falling
Cuz now I am crawling
Over your granite tears
Your petrified soul
You look like heaven
But sound like hell
You’re crafted in marble
But rendered in groans <>
Everything is nothing
It’s all turned to dust
Passion surrendered
Love dethroned
Bring on the guillotine
Let the severed be mourned
You shall have no redemption
For I am atoned
<>
Toast the setting sun
Raise your voice in song
Embrace the inevitable
And let it be known
Devotion has dwindled
And feeling is scorned
What once was worshipped
Is now bemoaned
I’ve turned to ashes
You’ve turned to stone
Comments
statua ornus = statues of ash.
And there really is no wrong or right interpretation for a poem, its meaning is whatever a reader wants it to mean. If it means anything at all, then its a job well done.
sad stuff makes nf smile, which is cool yeah?
(great work, once again... magar HAPPY wali poem par bhi kaam jari hona chahi hai)
And NF is cool, she gets the happiness nestled within the sad in my stuff. Thnku Ms. feet ;).
I dun thik there will be happy stuff on this blog, ever. I just dun do happy.
Sowwy.