Dark Poetry #5 |
The Chalice |
Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
Night drawn from the domes of heaven Falls towards me A stream of shadow motes Ebon black and chilling Drawn into a chalice Clasped tight in my icy hands Tears like falling rain Mix and accrete A cup of bitter wine is formed Born of night and despair Tortured faces and hands Reach from the surface Like the avenging second angel I pour out the chalice Into the sea And all running water Turns to blood So all men May drink of my sorrow And know endless night Forever On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
revelations... Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
Inspired by revelations, although I'm not a religious man. On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides |
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