willyweed

the ravens wing

clouds; black 

as the ravens wing

the nightingale

declines to sing

slip into the darkness

eyes hot with tears

to fight the demons

to face the fears

death comes creeping

flush with pain

in the grave yard

it pours down rain

cast into darkness

born unto the light

only GOD and you

know the meaning

of life

clouds: black

as the ravens wing

the nightingale

begins to sing

Comments7

  • SLR

    Call me morbid but I've always found cemeteries to be peaceful, inspirational places. (Did I just reveal too much?) This is well written and brings back memories.

  • Frogspoetry

    I AGREE WITH SLR,I ALSO FIND CEMETARIES PEACEFUL.MAYBE BECAUSE IT MAKES MY PONDER LIFE IN GENERAL.THE GOOD AND BAD,AND I FEEL CLOSER TO GOD SOMEHOW

    • willyweed

      Thanks for the read Frog, you would like sweet death or the puppet master sweet dreams 4 u ww

      • Frogspoetry

        Thanks I will check them out😁

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        Willyweed,

        gothic atmospheric poetry which I enjoyed.

        Visually dark. I particularly like the nightinglae choosing to sing...clever little switch there.

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        • willyweed

          Thank you unsub I appreciate the read and comment. ww

        • AmateurSomeone

          I could definitely feel the atmosphere you created In this piece, and I can’t help but admire the line ‘declines to sing’ I feel like the phase itself is very poetic

        • Mil57Man

          Wonderful and deep when death creep, we must sow what we reap. Very good willyweed.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful write ww, there is always a song to be heard.

        • Suresh

          If HE will just share it with me,
          While I enjoy reading this poetry



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