Open Poetry #12 |
Fat to Ash |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Decadence flows down the crowded street, Perversely drunken gaudy sparked blight, Alcoholic facades on whom ever you meet, Mindless gaiety till the stroke of midnight. A candle lit amidst the whispers Pausing within the new found light, Quiet returns as then ends vespers, The candle solitarily enters night. Gray passages leads to solitude sleep No door is barrier from the night, No warmth of hearth is there to keep, Penitent as the dark hides all sight. Dust is touched by morning’s coming, Times of Ash are solemnly beginning. Gloom |
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mystic requiem Member
since 2001-01-26
Posts 144 |
*applause* Simply captivating! Worthy to read several times. *thanx* |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, mystic requiem, High praise that a poem has re-readability. You are very kind Gloom |
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