Working on poem #2 again. It needs work, but so far: So creeps the night across the ground shivers crawl across bare flesh to smother all without a sound dead hearts, how few are blessed Black hills writhe, cold and squirming spills down, fills mouths with clay the night is victor, shrill laugh confirming darkness grins, kneels down to pray One lone soul survives the pain blind with fear crawls toward the light fingers gone, voice mute, knees stained warmth, the glow, the joyous sight Here, look here, look here I am The light sifts through the mire And joy breaks through redemption dam Glorious salvation fire The lost cry out, the earth is paved the darkness claims us all While we were dancing on our graves Into those graves we fall. I think I might try something more lighthearted next :)
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 03:18:22 +0000
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