Dirge for November

[MorpheusSandman]

*NOTE* I'm currently reading Homer so I just had to experiment with dactylic hexameter; so keep in mind this is JUST an experiment.

Waiting in silence and marking the dead time; Feeling the cold night
Pushing around me; Huddled in corners with spirits and moonlight:
What is there left anymore that can heal this elusive and dull pain?
Dread fear covers me; beating her damned black wings in the still air,
Arching them over a thunderous heartbeat; beating the Earth’s heart.
Gladly I’ll drown in the pitch pool; swim the abyss to the far shore.
There, time, ceases to be; all life and existence a blurred shade.
Stalking the shadows I’ve found home; Comfort in nothing and death’s peace.

[Helga]

I like this experiment, and I think you should write more of these, reading Homer made me want to try this to, but it didn't work out as well as this one..

[PrinceMyshkin]

An interesting aspect for me of this good poem is the sense I get of serenity in the face of the bleakness you describe.

[MorpheusSandman]

@Helga - I do want to write more of these. It's a challenging style and you definitely have to resort to some rather artificial syntax to make it work right, but I think the powerful rhythm makes up for it. Even though it reads different than the same meter does in Greek or Latin I still think the effect is striking over a long period.

@Prince - Thanks very much. I was actually inspired by a song of the same title, which has a similar subject.

[Pendragon]

Another winner! Keep up the good work!

[MorpheusSandman]

Thanks Pendragon.