Friday, February 18, 2005
The Gothic Flame
Since some time ago I have been working an idea for an story in fact the story is already written and I am just polishing it.
I have always tried to write a Gothic horror story called The Flame.
I will give more time so this story grows and gets stronger in my head. I based the story in one of the greatest films directed by Fritz Lang, I can not recall right now but the movie is "The Circles of Fate". I am not very sure but next post I will give an insight on that movie.
Well I wrote a Gothic poem (in fact there will be 3 poems in this story).
This is the first as a prologue for the story.
The Dark Rose has gloomed in my bare hands,
falling red beads of pain and blood.
All over my face,
Over me, inside me.
Sad circle dividing my Path and my Joyment.
Strange cruel lined forms driving all over my lives.
Weird diversion I have found.
Fortune wheel of emotions signing me purple and red doors, around me, before me,
Silver seal to be opened.
Tiny box and silver dagger.
Tiny box my fears...silver dagger The only Path.
See my hands! See my hands!
No traces, No lines!.
Do hear my voice!, strong shout at the void of my soul
Shattered broken heart.
The Dark Rose has died in my bare hands.
Hopefully I will have some images from Luchador next week!!
Have a great time!!...JESUS ANTONIO