Anastasia's Ghost

Click the picture, it moves around , so much fun ,, haha, oh yeah and this poem sucks

Anastasia's Ghost she walks in the fog through the mist of the forest she walks all alone

Once she had a lover so loyal so true, their hearts were united  all was well with the world

Until one day the sad news arrived she heard from a villager her lover had  died

She screamed out his name her heart ripped in two
You see her lover was different and she was she

From a prominent  family her lover did come
The Village adored them , from far and near people heralded their name being The Count and Countess Bouvier was their fame

Anastasia , a poor girl from the backwood glens
her parents  had nothing , their lineage was weak
their beliefs were quite different
strange to the ordinary they were seen

Anastasia and Andre had no care of  such things for them falling in love was easy
who was to blame the Count and Countess forbade Andre to see his sweet Anastasia , ' she is beneath you , a dirty pagan girl 'he was told  and into  his chamber's he was locked 
his cries fell on deaf ears  his feelings  meant naught

He called out her name he hoped she could hear
the day's past so slowly and so did his fears

until one day
 

There on the his chamber bed clad in deep crimson brocade
he took a knife and drew it across his throat

as his blood spilled forth on the crimson covers
he called out her name only in vain

When Anastasia heard she ran to the woods  to the spot where he had held her where they had said their last goodbye

She looked into the Heaven's and called out his name  'Oh, my beloved Andre tis I who have sealed your fate  I beg your forgiveness , was naught but true love no spell had I cast upon thee  to draw you near  you knew this my sweetest rose upon the vine  the others  despised me and for me you have died '

She pulled forth  her dagger from its sheath  cried to the Heaven's , "Cursed be , cursed be , whoever has take my sweet love from me '

Without hesitation she drew her dagger across both her wrists as blood flowed from her veins  she looked to the skies and spoke his name

Tho the lover's have been gone for many a year the people still talk of  it  and some of them swear
when the Moon is full and shines down upon the glen's
Anastasia walks alone in a dress gossamer white  stained with blood and teardrops
  she still calls his name only in vain

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

wrote this long ago when i wrote worse than i now do .. was thinking of Anastasia Romanov
and wondering was her life spared.. this is not about her.. just the same name
I have tried four times to get the lines spaced and nothing!
There are a few lines that should be spaced, sorry..
A somewhat sucky poem that has been done again and again .. so once more for good measure..perhaps bad measure..

Reviews

[Father Mojo]

those who die for passion. dante has a whole section of hell reserved for them--if memeory serves they're caught up in a storm for eternity. by the way, anastasia means "resurrection." i think the poem is fine as is. bigotry, love, death. those are three of the biggies.

[THE BLACK SEAL]

this one was disappointing to me. it was like a cliche ridden b-movie trailing on the success of popular genre stereotypes.
Sort of like watching piranha when jaws just came out...lol
sorry i felt that the writing was ok but the flow was not overly good and i already stated my other views..

[Gary H]

I think you have some wonderful ideas here that could do with being put in a mixing pot and then splattered across a table to see what comes out - I'm sure Donovan would love to do this! there's plenty here to entertain I'm just not sure about whether the way you have set this out is ideal. I would not say this badly written, only things could go in different places and the whole work become a lot sharper. as you say, this was written long ago - maybe it's time for version 2?

[James R. Lawrence]

Is there anything more romantic that dying for love? Great story/poem with vivid description, Poe-like imagery, and eerie setting! Very Cool.

[Dagger Jones]

Hauntingly Lovely, it takes one straight into ol school planes o thought. I do like, can't help but think there is room for additives, ( and ye knows how I love additives )..

[Staci Brown]

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Wow... Romantic, haunting and beautiful! I love when you introduce pagan workings into your poems/stories!

Faerie Blessings!
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[Erotic Goddess]

Oh! The content, the meaning, the utter sadness of these two lovers. You could add to this, make it more, turn it into a story. It would work well that way also. Great job my friend! :)

[Carole]

Chloe, I love the content of your poem. I agree with Trey on choosing between prose or poem, and working on the punctuation would clean it up and help the flow. I struggle a bit when their are commas missing, because it messes with the flow and doesn't give the reader the rest periods (or pauses) that are needed in between the ideas that are presented.

You have so much on the inside of you. Amazing ideas to share, with incredible promise. Keep writing girl! Keep writing! Thank you so much for sharing. I appreciate you :)

[Touché Armada]

The tragic tales of those old world love affaires and the ghost stories that latter eventuate. I think some of them could be true just my own thoughts on the matter though. This is very well written it really had me race along with the urgency in some places and naturally slow down for the gravity of the story in the tragic areas.
Nice, I like a good Romeo and Juliet tale =)

[P.J. Sebastianus]

Your work is amon gthe best I have ever read. I love this peice especially because of the endless emotions and thoughts it arouses inside the read. The romance and horror entwine together with a bizzare twist of charecter for both the forbidden lovers. I really did enjoy is immensley. Please keep writing and I will keep reading. I'm sorry I can't review more of your beautiful work right now but I will tommarow. (tomarrow?) Any who, see ya later, (or I guess I won't) read you wrok later then. ~Sebastian