“Oh that horrible blood red wine”
From a past life now forgotten
as my heart grew black and rotten
with a sinful essence clear as cotton
I felt myself no longer fine,
Bottle clutched, I stay there, sitting
recollecting thoughts, admitting,
there was no way out, no quitting,
the Massacre at Palestine,
So forever-I was not kidding’
I had no choice at my bidding
except to drink blood, fitting
my mouth full of that horrible blood red wine.
Suddenly, I began to recall a grand memory,
a vague remembrance I tried to hide cleverly-
But I am human, my mind burned and turned Emory
with a disaster where I was the mastermind.
It was a pitch-black night in April 1997
Boozed up from a party, I was coming home at eleven--
Having betrayed soberness, not thinking of heaven,
Or the future that would forever be malign.
I drove on, mad like a demon
Rappers on the radio, I heard them leanin’
Rode on, like their songs, but now I was even
Copying satanic design.
I checked my cell because I heard it ringing,
Far above, sat a perched raven singing
The drink, through my blood and soul, ran stinging.
I was now so far behind.
Suddenly a mass was coming my way,
I felt for the brakes, but pushed the pedal on the highway
Black birds enveloped the skyway
A car came rushing like the gushing of the Tyne.
On the vial’s skull logo, a grin was shaping
My soul grew still; my mouth lay gaping
From the collision, there was no escaping.
My God… I am a Frankenstein.
As the rats drew biting, the pendulum slashing
Darkness, frightening, “balderdashing”
Leafless trees, lightning flashing
How I wish I saw that scarlet sign,
In seconds, there was a crash that pulled me under
An echo of silence, a sound of thunder
For in that hiatus in time, I wonder
If I would make it out alive and fine.
As the twisted metal came thrashing
And the crumpled cars, grinding, smashing
I saw a teenage boy come crashing
Through the windshield and into mine.
Adding to the worst of my dismay
I heard the boy breathlessly say:
“I’m the preacher’s son. Don’t beg for forgiveness. Don’t cry.
But never sin again, for everyone one must die.
Whatever tomorrow brings, remember me, this is good bye.”
The lights turned off inside my mind.
I drove to the hospital, above flew a raven
The trees grew darker, the world had caved in
As the wretched beggars stood on the sidewalk wavin’
No smile came to this heart of mine.
The only one was on the skull of that horrible blood red wine.
Tears came down with the driver crying
I stood watching his son dying
A great sorrow I could not help denying
Started to flood my mind
I didn’t do much but muttered
Half-true words I tried, and stuttered
And nothing I did at all, I uttered
The evil and regretful line
“Oh that horrible blood red wine”
The father accosted the doctor after my decision
to cause a deadly car collision.
From the eye of X-ray vision
We knew his son had cracked his spine.
Under the boy’s skin, he wasted away
All because I had gone astray
This was to be his final day,
But how I wished it were mine
The man’s son died, he sat weeping
In my heart evil was seeping
I felt a guilty fire creeping
Somewhere far off in my mind
How I wish I never drank… that horrible blood red wine
Time flew by from past to present
Of a tower-lurker, a future peasant,
That was I-the effervescent
Man with the bottle of wine
And yet the blood and skull I hated
Became a drink of desire, jailed and jaded
Now I would love to be vindicated
Of that horrible blood red wine
I grabbed that bottle- of desire
Divulged the last of the useless fire
This addiction would now retire
When I smashed the drink of me, the liar, against this floor of mine
There was an ocean of blood, explosion of pieces
Among bits of glass, a skull now ceases
The World War inside me ended with a final thesis:
“‘Tis the end of that horrible blood red wine”
‘Oh how I saw it shine
That horrible blood red wine.’
The sun went setting,
a martian red wedding,
The final seed of sin was shredding
“Victory, at last”- that was my final line
‘Oh how I saw it shine!
That horrible blood red wine.’
From a past life now forgotten
as my heart grew black and rotten
with a sinful essence clear as cotton
I felt myself no longer fine,
Bottle clutched, I stay there, sitting
recollecting thoughts, admitting,
there was no way out, no quitting,
the Massacre at Palestine,
So forever-I was not kidding’
I had no choice at my bidding
except to drink blood, fitting
my mouth full of that horrible blood red wine.
Suddenly, I began to recall a grand memory,
a vague remembrance I tried to hide cleverly-
But I am human, my mind burned and turned Emory
with a disaster where I was the mastermind.
It was a pitch-black night in April 1997
Boozed up from a party, I was coming home at eleven--
Having betrayed soberness, not thinking of heaven,
Or the future that would forever be malign.
I drove on, mad like a demon
Rappers on the radio, I heard them leanin’
Rode on, like their songs, but now I was even
Copying satanic design.
I checked my cell because I heard it ringing,
Far above, sat a perched raven singing
The drink, through my blood and soul, ran stinging.
I was now so far behind.
Suddenly a mass was coming my way,
I felt for the brakes, but pushed the pedal on the highway
Black birds enveloped the skyway
A car came rushing like the gushing of the Tyne.
On the vial’s skull logo, a grin was shaping
My soul grew still; my mouth lay gaping
From the collision, there was no escaping.
My God… I am a Frankenstein.
As the rats drew biting, the pendulum slashing
Darkness, frightening, “balderdashing”
Leafless trees, lightning flashing
How I wish I saw that scarlet sign,
In seconds, there was a crash that pulled me under
An echo of silence, a sound of thunder
For in that hiatus in time, I wonder
If I would make it out alive and fine.
As the twisted metal came thrashing
And the crumpled cars, grinding, smashing
I saw a teenage boy come crashing
Through the windshield and into mine.
Adding to the worst of my dismay
I heard the boy breathlessly say:
“I’m the preacher’s son. Don’t beg for forgiveness. Don’t cry.
But never sin again, for everyone one must die.
Whatever tomorrow brings, remember me, this is good bye.”
The lights turned off inside my mind.
I drove to the hospital, above flew a raven
The trees grew darker, the world had caved in
As the wretched beggars stood on the sidewalk wavin’
No smile came to this heart of mine.
The only one was on the skull of that horrible blood red wine.
Tears came down with the driver crying
I stood watching his son dying
A great sorrow I could not help denying
Started to flood my mind
I didn’t do much but muttered
Half-true words I tried, and stuttered
And nothing I did at all, I uttered
The evil and regretful line
“Oh that horrible blood red wine”
The father accosted the doctor after my decision
to cause a deadly car collision.
From the eye of X-ray vision
We knew his son had cracked his spine.
Under the boy’s skin, he wasted away
All because I had gone astray
This was to be his final day,
But how I wished it were mine
The man’s son died, he sat weeping
In my heart evil was seeping
I felt a guilty fire creeping
Somewhere far off in my mind
How I wish I never drank… that horrible blood red wine
Time flew by from past to present
Of a tower-lurker, a future peasant,
That was I-the effervescent
Man with the bottle of wine
And yet the blood and skull I hated
Became a drink of desire, jailed and jaded
Now I would love to be vindicated
Of that horrible blood red wine
I grabbed that bottle- of desire
Divulged the last of the useless fire
This addiction would now retire
When I smashed the drink of me, the liar, against this floor of mine
There was an ocean of blood, explosion of pieces
Among bits of glass, a skull now ceases
The World War inside me ended with a final thesis:
“‘Tis the end of that horrible blood red wine”
‘Oh how I saw it shine
That horrible blood red wine.’
The sun went setting,
a martian red wedding,
The final seed of sin was shredding
“Victory, at last”- that was my final line
‘Oh how I saw it shine!
That horrible blood red wine.’
4 comments:
i love the thought, T_T
i love the darkness effect...
i love the theme
i love the mediums you used.
how did you did it?
ekhosama, this is very, very good!
Thank you so much for reading it. Well, I'll just tell u the stort from the beginning. It's all from God tho.
I had heard the raven once in the car radio (b4 I was serious about writing poetry) and I wanted to know what poem it was because of the excellent rhythm. We actually took the poem in 11th grade and I just loved it. My way of writing poetry is via inspiration, so I was reaaaaallly inspired. I came up with clear black wine originally because my family doesn't drink ( and hopefully wont ever) and I don't know about wine. I got halfway done with the poem when a girl in my class suggested me to change it (and I forgot her name! I'm so mad at myself..she wasn't really close to me, but I need to give her credit) to Horrible Blood Red Wine. So I did.The skill came from God and it was God's will everything happened that way. The tune of the raven lingered in my head and I referenced the raven a bunch of times too. So basically the poem was a ripoff of the raven in the modern era.
Read "treasure upon a high tower." It's my best poem.
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