Diva

Diva

O Traveller!
Have you not seen the angel of Hell?
Her fiery touch melts my skin,
Leaving a mark that spells out
Catastrophe!

The smell of burning roses,
It floats into the night and blooms away.
How can the seed of hope
Grow and live in the turmoil
That taints this dark world!

Carnage! Falling down in heavy, mutated
raindrops that envelop me...O Blood!

O weary Nomad!
Have you not crossed the realm of corruption?
It spreads, and blooms
Into a flower of the singing
Witch!

Sadness! It kills away the rays of
the brightest sun...O murderer!

O, you shameful Being!
Have you walked the timeline of regretfulness?
How long will you have to live
Before she comes by
And carries forth
Destruction!

Don't let the Diva walk
O Traveller!

Gorgeous piece! The imagery is wonderful, and the language you use is beautiful as well. No complaints! Keep writing!

~Yoyo

it was okay, kind of confusing but good

That was a great poem. It had a deep meaning. Which I couldn't ponder on. You had used so many metaphors and really great phrases.

Into a flower of the singing
Witch!

In this you could have said, "Into a flower of a singing Witch!"

The smell of burning roses,
It floats into the night and blooms away.
How can the seed of hope
Grow and live in the turmoil
That taints this dark world!

I really liked this part. It was so greatly described and it was so totally awesome. I really liked this part.

There are no mistakes to point out. You had written the poem greatly.

Well done.