One about a dieing Witch... would you read and speak?

Question:Forgotten Name

The book opens to the page of shade
An eye to scry to ever-after
But the prophecy begins to fade
And all the mind is filled with laughter
She holds her hand in trembling calm
The heart is pierced with abstract longing
Should she believe to do no wrong
A doom would come before the dawning
Upon the tall darkening doorframe
A hand of cold is ever near
If only she could recall the girls name
Maybe she would run from here
All the dreams she once held dear to
Fall away to passions loss
Now she fears for what she might do
Had she ever weighed the cost
But her passionate obsession
Lips of gold and hair of red
Was told by priest to learn her lesson
But now rest with the foolish dead

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Forgotten Name

The book opens to the page of shade
An eye to scry to ever-after
But the prophecy begins to fade
And all the mind is filled with laughter
She holds her hand in trembling calm
The heart is pierced with abstract longing
Should she believe to do no wrong
A doom would come before the dawning
Upon the tall darkening doorframe
A hand of cold is ever near
If only she could recall the girls name
Maybe she would run from here
All the dreams she once held dear to
Fall away to passions loss
Now she fears for what she might do
Had she ever weighed the cost
But her passionate obsession
Lips of gold and hair of red
Was told by priest to learn her lesson
But now rest with the foolish dead

Eva sits under a willow
hears the burning and the screams,
with tears of blood she wets her pillow
and slips into her haunted dreams.

Who is the one,
she loved so dear,
the spell, it clouds her
makes her fear.

Who is the one,
by her love damned,
she didn't save her,
take the stand,

and burn with her lost lover.

This poem is darkly fascinating. I was rapt from beginning to end. The two small vials represent the choice she exists on? That the name remains forgotten is mysterious and intriguing.
There are mainly wonderful lines in this very well written poem. It would just reproduce the entire poem to list them all. You have a wonderful talent. Thank you.

The power of your words swells up in me as I read, expecting to be drawn away from it by what is going on around me only to be grabbed and bound to the words before me again and again... I had to read it many times before i was ready to answer... I hope more answer this one then have already, you deserve it.

She was alone
after her love was taken
now she has a choice
take her own life
or stay with not but a memory

This is me asking if this is what it's about or if I'm just seeing things...

Yes, truly, you are deserving more than our three answers.
What pathos I feel. Surely expression such as you have given needs a star from me...at least!

Please, write on!

You certainly have talent. The poem is filled with dark imagery, longing and sadness. I also like the internal rhyme of words like longing-dawning. I read your poem several times. (One small edit: dying, not dieing).

You've done a beautifully with this poem. Well constructed and thought out. It seems to be rendered directly from the heart. It's a wonderfully written piece full of emotion and longing. As a matter of fact I really like the line "The heart is pierced with abstract longing" It's very provocative and makes you consider the depth of the statement. A wonderful read. Thank you for sharing.

I will be amazed if what I think is true... Eva told me that your method here on answers was to only post things you write on answers or there on the computer at the time... if that is true then this is amazing...

I love the line, "An eye to scry to ever-after..." it seems to be talking about someone who wants to see the soul of someone who has passed but they cant because until they die they will never see... absolutely though provoking, I must say!

Well...it's a chic movie...a very good one. You have a strong feel for meter and rhyme. Some of your internal rhymes are very well done. TD

truly amazing, it is stunning how good this is!!

Can't say that I love it, but I can type it. I love it - I don't even care what it's about - it was fun to roll of the tongue. Beautiful rhyme! I did have to add my own punctuation though, so it was slow the first time I read it. The first line grabbed me: ". . . the page of shade". I have a couple of those in my own book ('bout half of 'em). I'm going to try to keep me eye out for your stuff.

amazing....beautiful....and dark intrigue.....what a delightful combination....the choices we must make in painful moments......do we go with what we have always been told is right or fallow our heart......do we avenge or live with the knowing.....do we throw open the doors and except the gifts.....
you my dear have a talent don't ever give up on it...

I can only echo the praises of my predecessors. Just amazing! I'm confused at the mention of Eva. Is this a poem about Adam's wife? There are some words that are also confusing: "girls," "passions," are both in the plural. Do you want them that way, do you want the apostrophe of possession before the "s," or do you wish to remain ambiguous? I wish that my understanding was equal to the emotional impact this work has for me. Who IS the dying Witch? Or did you mean "dieting Witch?" What IS her "Forgotten Name?" Or do all these questions even matter? "A chick flick" indeed! (When is the sequel coming out?)