Dark Poetry #5 |
Church Ruins |
Moth Junior Member
since 2008-06-12
Posts 12 |
Pale imitation or Promethean child? Within this scabrous façade, a skin of steel with feet of clay. Suspended motes in sun rich vein, that bleeds its light in stale corners, where cherubs lay among the fallen and love lies crumpled now. A rose unopened for a broken vow. Ghosts drink freely from the font, stained glass echoes of moments lost. Memory’s stones will weigh you down, no gems upon your mortal crown. Now shadows set where time has passed, to see through eyes of broken glass and life weeps out where walls are thin. A heart torn open where the world came in. |
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Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
I am enjoying reading your poems Moth. I loved this line of this poem. "and love lies crumpled now. A rose unopened for a broken vow" Yeah buddy thats good, good stuff Yoin |
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