So this is my first loverly attempt at found poetry. Found poetry: making a poem out of words or phrases you find…anywhere. In this case, the poem came from fun, random words I found in 70's large print books my art teacher had. It's actually attached to my abstract painting…*cackles* Tell me what you think…*^^
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Atmeu
He was an amateur to undergo first hand the life
of painful fantasies and daydreams by the dark side of the moon.
His thin face was smiling.
Molded by the black ice and fallen faces of hell…
face pale and frozen as his heart.
As he rose slowly up into the mist,
his Holy eyes were shining.
Blood darkened them,
the eyes of the demon.
The offenses had nothing to do with character,
but with the ache of a struggle to be king.
Flames,
the hellraiser's concerto,
burned through the smoke like sun shining in the darkness…
fragile and beautiful;
skeleton fingers running agony down to his soul.
Gold and velvet and carnage
deep in the dark curtain of evening;
and caught in a slow circle of time,
the damned found his soul had been torn away
by the deep velvet voice of the king.
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Author's Notes:
Let me explain this thing…a line at a time I guess…in the event it makes no sense.
He was…dark side of the moon…: This is essentially Yuugi. He's an innocent teen who has been put through hell, via things he could never even imagine doing to people, by Yami no Yuugi when the Sennen Puzzle was first completed.
His thin face…frozen as his heart…: Yami no Yuugi, again at the start of the manga when the Sennen Puzzle was completed.
As he rose up…: Yami no game. Oooooh mist.
His Holy eyes…: Holy because the pharaoh was believed to be God.
Blood darkened them…the demon…: Yami no Yuugi's eyes are heliotrope, sort of like Yuugi's violet eyes with blood in them…bloodlust.
The offenses…struggle to be king…: Yami no Yuugi versus Yami no Malik. Their battle has nothing to do with the pharaoh being the pharaoh per-se, but with the fact that Malik is bitter about his life and feels he should be pharaoh instead. *Sorry PM! I think I said it was Yami no Bakura when I was telling you about the painting.*
Flames…the smoke…fragile and beautiful…: So Yami no Yuugi's magic doesn't usually look like flames, but I figured it probably looks like it's burning when seen through the haze of a yami no game.
Skeleton fingers…down to his soul…: Fun imagery for the feeling of one's soul being ripped away by shadow magics.
Gold and velvet…dark curtain of evening…: Yami no Yuugi, death, and the shade of the game.
And caught in a slow circle…: I had in mind the sort of life flashing before your eyes or everything happening in slow motion before death.
The damned…: Yami no Malik.
Found his soul…voice of the king…: That is, obviously by this point I hope because if not I failed miserably at this poem, Yami no Yuugi sending Yami no Malik's soul to the shadow realm…presumably.
That be all…hope you enjoyed. *^^
