Midnights choir
Has lost its voice
A bearded night
With silence shouts
Clothed in darkness
A forbidden veil
A heart that screams
A bitter gale.
Shadows line
A lonely road
Orphaned moments
Without a home
Chaliced curses
Who walk in fire
A breathing dragon
Ragged briar.
Hours now
Heads look down
To the hard
Bitter ground
Twisted roses
Fight for life
Loves dying breath
A sharpened knife.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Good rhyme and meter in a poem of dark isolation in a threatening world where it is dog eat dog and the devil take the rest. Nicely done
appreciated, thanking you
You are most welcome
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