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Sultana · 01-28-2006, 10:27 AM

When I woke up this morning I was compelled to write this.

My heart was once a Great Hall
Lit by your thousand blazing candles
Casting a fiery gleam on warm polished wood
Golden figures
Rich fabrics
Sensuous flickering light on vibrant bodies.
Light hearts buoyed by pure joy of living, and loving.

Shouts of laughter filling the room,
Red wine flowing like liquid rubies sparkling into cups.
Music poured forth, gilding everything it caressed.
And I danced on the floor, glittering in my glory,
Commanding every eye, revealing
my flesh, and the joy of my flesh.
Mistress of the Hall

But now I creep, clutching my guttering light
through a dim, grey suggestion of what once was.
Damp seeps through the air like tears trickling down a face.
Instruments lie abandoned, music silenced, cast aside.
Dusty banners sag against stone walls, unwarming.
Cold wine bloodstains the tables.
Dance slippers cast aside into dark corners, unneeded.

I know I must light my own candles, no one can do it for me.
And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures
igniting what I have the heart to burn
It will have to make do.

But I fear my heart will never again blaze,
and all I have to remember you by
are ashes.

MySexyAssJ · 06-16-2006, 12:36 PM

wow! that was an amazing read.. especially this part:

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I know I must light my own candles, no one can do it for me.
And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures
igniting what I have the heart to burn
It will have to make do.

i feel the same way.

madp · 06-21-2006, 01:54 PM

Intense stuff, Sultana. It reminds me of Leonard Cohen.

My favorite lines:

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sultana

. . . Casting a fiery gleam on warm polished wood
Golden figures
Rich fabrics
Sensuous flickering light on vibrant bodies.
. . .

and. . .

Quote:

Music poured forth, gilding everything it caressed.
And I danced on the floor, glittering in my glory,
Commanding every eye, revealing
my flesh, and the joy of my flesh.
Mistress of the Hall
. . .

Sultana · 06-21-2006, 03:11 PM

madp, thank you. You are kind and generous with your comparison.

And thanks to MySexyAssJ (heh) for resurrecting my contribution. I honestly had completely forgotten that I had posted this here.

MySexyAssJ · 06-24-2006, 08:01 AM

you're welcome Sultana.. I'm glad it got resurrected

it's good work!

stevie667 · 06-25-2006, 06:37 AM

Bump to the above.

Sultana once again flexes the universe in her writings.

absence_of_color · 07-24-2006, 07:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sultana

My heart was once a Great Hall
Lit by your thousand blazing candles...
But now I creep, clutching my guttering light
through a dim, grey suggestion of what once was...
And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures
igniting what I have the heart to burn...

But I fear my heart will never again blaze,
and all I have to remember you by
are ashes.

The imagery is touching. I like it.

Borla · 12-29-2006, 09:16 PM

I just stumbled on this.........very nice. Touching. You have an abundance of talent my friend.

01-28-2006, 10:27 AM	#1 (permalink)
Sultana Falling Angel Location: L.A. L.A. land	A work in progress When I woke up this morning I was compelled to write this. My heart was once a Great Hall Lit by your thousand blazing candles Casting a fiery gleam on warm polished wood Golden figures Rich fabrics Sensuous flickering light on vibrant bodies. Light hearts buoyed by pure joy of living, and loving. Shouts of laughter filling the room, Red wine flowing like liquid rubies sparkling into cups. Music poured forth, gilding everything it caressed. And I danced on the floor, glittering in my glory, Commanding every eye, revealing my flesh, and the joy of my flesh. Mistress of the Hall But now I creep, clutching my guttering light through a dim, grey suggestion of what once was. Damp seeps through the air like tears trickling down a face. Instruments lie abandoned, music silenced, cast aside. Dusty banners sag against stone walls, unwarming. Cold wine bloodstains the tables. Dance slippers cast aside into dark corners, unneeded. I know I must light my own candles, no one can do it for me. And so I make my slow, sad way to the fixtures igniting what I have the heart to burn It will have to make do. But I fear my heart will never again blaze, and all I have to remember you by are ashes. __________________ "Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential.

06-21-2006, 03:11 PM	#4 (permalink)
Sultana Falling Angel Location: L.A. L.A. land	madp, thank you. You are kind and generous with your comparison. And thanks to MySexyAssJ (heh) for resurrecting my contribution. I honestly had completely forgotten that I had posted this here. __________________ "Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential.

06-24-2006, 08:01 AM	#5 (permalink)
MySexyAssJ Tilted Location: Los Angeles	you're welcome Sultana.. I'm glad it got resurrected it's good work! __________________ Once bitten, Twice shy.

06-25-2006, 06:37 AM	#6 (permalink)
stevie667 Too Awesome for Aardvarks Location: Angloland	Bump to the above. Sultana once again flexes the universe in her writings. __________________ Office hours have changed. Please call during office hours for more information. Last edited by stevie667; 06-25-2006 at 07:06 AM..

12-29-2006, 09:16 PM	#8 (permalink)
Borla Junkie	I just stumbled on this.........very nice. Touching. You have an abundance of talent my friend. __________________ Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde!!!!