The blackness creeps dauntlessly and raps from my doorstep.
I awaken and welcome the traveler, seemingly inept,
Blinking away strands of gossamer that lace my eyes.
Glancing at the ceiling as a burgundy flood seeps...
Cranberry dew, i surmise.
It awakens a life and makes a soul deep.
It pools around my body and drips into my mouth
A crisp wind from the chambray curtain blows from the south
Wrap yourself in velvet and journey in the black daylight
This softer light smoothes a sharpest blade to dull shadow.
A blazing inferno awaits me, drowning my sight.
A briefest glance at the ground. The dark burns here so low.
The cries of the haunted roar above fire
At the wails the flames burn higher.
A thousand martyrs burning their cross,
A million orphans mourning their loss.
Skeletons stagger, biting through chains,
Gruesome laughter, they are freed from pain.
At a drop of light from the sun
The inferno melts like a waxy tongue.
I sheild my eyes, it is time for bed.
Reminiscent and sweet, dreams bleed through my head.
__________________ Originally Posted by spooky
I think it's totally cool that eoafa adopted you and stuff.
Really nice imagery - unfortunately very cryptic and meaning wasn't really there for me above basic emotions... a few more reads and I’ll comment further. Liked the simple style and the lack of form. Read well and that’s all that matters.
is it so bad that its cryptic?
thank you for reading and commenting.
perhaps cryptic was the wrong word - 'Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. ' T. S. Eliot - And i did talk to your poem so to speak first read... just didn't quite understand what you were saying.
That’s where the interest to read again and again comes from - read over and understand...
