Sunday, December 29, 2013

Seven: A Poem by Samantha Annette

Based on the composition 7 by Deadmau5
Inspired by the seven deadly sins
For those who want to match words to music
1 - 0:00
2 -  3:18 
3 - 4:30 
4 - 6:13 
5 - 9: 25 
6 - 13:40 
7 - 15:2


1
Here I lie

Outside, the breezes softly blow
Once upon a time, I ruled the world
Only now, my kingdom cries

And here I lie

Outside, the streams flow
Once upon a time, I greeted the sun
Only now, I am welcomed by the dark

But here I lie

Outside, the flowers grow
Once upon a time, I held riches
Only now, I am possessed. My life is no longer my own

So here I lie

I haven’t the strength. I haven’t the skill. And so I’ve lost my will


 2
Ask, and it shall be given you,
But I want so much more.
Coins of gold, they fill my hands.
Diamonds line my walls.
Even so, my cup is not yet
Filled.
God only knows
How much I’ve earned.
It sits right outside my grasp.
Just a little more.
Kingdoms conquered. And a princess possessed.
Lovely, entitled, desired.
Mine.
No longer a spirit free to worship the Creator, but
Owned by the man made to rule all creation.
Prisoners of misfortune should obey their masters, so should
Queens obey their Kings, yet she
Refuses and rejects.
So kind am I to let her live and stay within my walls.
Truly, if her gratitude has been hidden with her virtue, then both must be found.
Until I make her mine, I’ll have no peace.
Victory lies in her highness, should she lie with her victor.
What is mine will not be kept from me.
Extreme measures are not desired,
Yet the end will justify the means. The
Zenith shines bright over me, and I take it as God’s blessing.


3
It is here that I am safe from a war.
I did what I was told and stayed alive.
I’d be foolish if I expected more.
A drink! A toast! To saving my own hide.
I did my job. Took the money and ran.
I should count myself lucky to be here.
But I will never see my girl again.
All my former subjects will live in fear.
How could I call myself a King if I
Gave up my crown and let myself be bought?
I’ll live a coward’s life before I die.
It might be better if I just forgot.
I try, but no bottle could e’er replace
The light my daughter gave me in her smile.
That man will surely bring tears to her face
And I will drink my sorrows all the while.

My daughter, crown, and freedom won’t come back.
Let liquid fill my mind ‘til it’s gone black.


4
Coveting.
This craving.
Could this be
My desires taking over?
The demons are still screaming.
I know I haven’t the right.
I am a servant, not a hero.
The demons in my mind are playing tricks.
Telling me I am in love with the princess
Swearing I must be the one to take her back.
But I’ve always known her love could never be mine.
I am too weak to save her, yet
The constant screaming only grows more powerful.
They think I can defeat him.
They are consuming my body.
I can’t regain control.
Soon they will
Devour my
Heart.

 
5
Twelve
The princess knows her place.
The prince begins the ball.
The guests smile through their masks.
The servant waits.

Eleven
The princess enters elegantly.
The prince accompanies her.
The guests cheer for their rulers.
The servant lets the demons win.

Ten
The princess is asked to dance.
The prince gives her away.
The guests admire the mystery suitor.
The servant begins the waltz.

Nine
The princess feels like flying.
The prince grows suspicious.
The guests applaud the dancers.
The servant plans to steal his girl away.

Eight
The princess leaves her partner.
The prince motions to his guards.
The guests are unaware.
The servant is taken away.

Seven
The princess does not know.
The prince takes his turn.
The guests sway with the music.
The servant’s dagger is found.

Six
The princess does not want to dance.
The prince requests a song.
The guests listen cheerfully.
The servant’s plan is failing.

Five
The princess feels disgust.
The prince holds her too close.
The guests twirl in time.
The servant won’t last long.

Four
The princess retreats upstairs.
The prince follows behind.
The guests continue with the ball.
The servant’s demons are crying.

Three
The princess tries to hide.
The prince has found his victim.
The guests drink merrily.
The servant knows he has lost.

Two
The princess tries to scream.
The prince is too powerful.
The guests hear only music.
The servant cries for his beloved.

One
The princess can’t get up.
The prince’s grip tightens.
The guests are dancing happily.
The servant was not the hero.


6
Black is not a color.
Black is the view when my eyes are closed.
Black is the sky that envelops me.
Black are his eyes, the only thing I can see.

White is not a color.
White is my dress on the sheets.
White are the stars. So bright, so distant, so numerous.
White is the snow that drifts and falls on my face and my hands.
White is my skin. It is cold. It is new.

Red is a color.
Red are the rose petals that once felt like snow.
Red are the stars as they burn further away.
Red is the sky, with both hate and desire.
Red is the stain on the dress and the sheets.
Red is my skin where it has been touched.

7
How to walk like royalty

Head up
You’ve won your battle
You’ve claimed what’s owed to you
This feeling of power is natural
You are victorious

Look straight
They needn’t see your eyes
You mustn’t show the cracks in the armor
The horror of last night is your own load
You are strong

Relax your shoulders
This is where you’re meant to be
They won’t know that you ran
You did what you had to and this is your new life
You are courageous

Stand erect
You accept defeat with grace
Your death should have been honored
It was all in the name of love
You are loyal

Smile politely
They look up to you
They don’t know who you are
They don’t see your truth
You are proud

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