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A vision of a Dark world
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A vision of a Dark world |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I stood by the sea and saw darkness descend tinted by red and yellow fires as seas burnt By the hand of the darkness the spirits fled the young and old roused from soft beds yet i saw as i stood looking out to the seas the horsemen ride on the light as it flees the fireball of envy and pride forceing the pieces of darkness collides i saw the church in bitter stain become the ashes once again its glass of brightness became as rain as darkness returns to the world again not the darkness from the light but the evil that in the begining took flight from the world of love and deaths respite So it was i who saw their coming The dark ones future and past whose woeful minds were twisted in the past the fallen angels suns of god the denizens of the deep As they rode to earth on black and dirt No peace they were to keep They rode the sven seas and every isle they took the world, so all its hopes became just bitter twisted dreams I stand on the the grass of the night The darkness with no days And pray to a god deserting us for a mercy that can never come i pray for beauty and wisdom and a rule for the game Now i stand a wasteland seeps around my feet in every place in reality the light the darkness defeats Now my tears and turning mere salt in dry lads the darness is returning with a grip tight over man Our innocence is over the pain has come again and i still stand here screaming at the madness thats filled ourselves Listen in the night To what the darkness tells the comeing of the true darkness From the pits of hell Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Walter.... You wouldn't perhaps be related to E.A. Poe, by any chance?!! I liked this one, as I like to explore the dark side as well as the light.....for without one, there would not be the other. Very nice writing!! ~~ To Live is to Give ~~ |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Wonderful write. Enjoyed it much.  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
the fireball of envy and pride forceing the pieces of darkness collides i saw the church in bitter stain become the ashes once again its glass of brightness became as rain as darkness returns to the world again not the darkness from the light but the evil that in the begining took flight from the world of love and deaths respite So it was i who saw their coming The dark ones future and past whose woeful minds were twisted in the past the fallen angels suns of god the denizens of the deep As they rode to earth on black and dirt No peace they were to keep They rode the sven seas and every isle they took the world, so all its hopes became just bitter twisted dreams ====================== Our innocence is over the pain has come again and i still stand here screaming at the madness thats filled ourselves Listen in the night To what the darkness tells the comeing of the true darkness From the pits of hell ================ you have defined darkness here my friend... like a vision of perdition... as always your work is so powerful in its amazing imagery... you have some very cool lines in this as well "i saw the church in bitter stain become the ashes once again its glass of brightness became as rain as darkness returns to the world again not the darkness from the light but the evil that in the begining took flight from the world of love and deaths respite" that verse kicks poetic butt  later-dark-gator jm There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
Walter ... wow ... awesome ... Listen in the night To what the darkness tells the comeing of the true darkness From the pits of hell great phrasing ... |
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