# Soul Force

Author: SylveaKun
Tags: Poetry, Soul Force, SylveaKun

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My style of poetry is very dark, but also like a combination of Poe/Gluck/Nabokov. This poem was inspired by the emotional events I had this year.

I quiver at the banquet of goddesses,

Yet I deny the pleasure of Eden.

The fruits waltzing around me,

The apple advocating the dream

Was nothing more than a dream,

Forfeited fantasies drown inside of me,

Fluttering the very veins of my soul,

Extracting its motives,

For I had nothing to give

Towards the banquet of Eden.

Nourishment towards my soul

Provides nothing but a lie,

A lie that spirals through roses,

A corpse lavenders left lathered

By the scent of pleasure,

By the coveted corruptions,

By the lustful lost

Of the adamant arrow's scar

Against the corpse.

Yes, the corpse

That possessed a soul,

A soul wrathfully waltzing

Through the banquet,

Leaving nothing but sorrow,

Dreading nothing but wonder.

Frightful fruits fathomed

The eye's exposure

Of such a force,

Such a widowed wrath

Of its adamant avarice,

Of its tainted truth,

For all that lies beneath

The face of the waves

Is a soul,

A stitched soul bounded

By the filaments of fate,

By the veins of vanity,

Through the hollowness

Of the once fruitful banquet.

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