How dark is the sky,
On moonlit eyes.
The fear to have and rationalize.
Corrupting me inside my form,
A demons tongue, forked and torn.
Shadows creep as maidens weep,
My own finality soon to keep.
As I digress and shun away,
The only thing I've left to say.
When I am dead, forget my name,
As hallowed eve's are born in shame.
The years will pass, and pass alone.
The light once there, it never shone.
So brightly will I call to this,
the end of days that none shall miss.
When I am gone, forget my name.
This kingdom of rust remains the same.
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Author:
J.D. Treick (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2017 13:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about the darker aspects of the human psyche.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Dark, but intriguing poem, J.D. Welcome to the MPS group!
Thank you, Louis. 🙂
Good dark write but be ever assured that the light is always there.
Welcome to MPS.
Absolutely. Thank you, Goldfinch 🙂
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