Dark Poetry #4 |
The Reaper |
Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
The Reaper in red cloak waltzes around the night shadows Breathing in every mortal being within the hollows His soulless figure is only that of ash and bone from the underworld’s gallows The bear bone on his skull singing the choruses of the dead hath follows The night sky fades gray and forlorn as the uncertain grows red and brooding The Reaper in red cloth swings his bleeding sickle among blood covered flooding Drowning the pitiful morbid crippled breed of the living deceased as they continue prodding Picking off every dead flower dripping the essence of Death in the offing Sorrow perfumes the air so bitter sweetly, to engulf their souls in the reeking powerless To ready themselves for the parting that is among the hands of the Angel of Death in weakness For the Devil in red cloak wraps his robe around the night in existence Depleting life as the hour hand corrupts time for the rapture of ignorant resistance The feeling of loneliness and of incomplete overwhelms the dead angel in such blackness Creating a void of regret and ill-fated hope within the place that is such his morbid bleakness Fabricating the beauty of which is the shell that is of the many broken hearts for a closeness A ring of tragedy inside the Robed Reaper that is without a heart in such lungful distress This ghostly Phantom desires to be close to something real For the touch of something undead for which beauty he can steal But nothing quite exists within his world of morbid poetic justice and eternal seals So in such de ja vu and limbo existence he may long for that blood to feel So without the very smile to save him from thy very inevitable death His river of tears and blood shall never run dry For his soul no one will ever desire to take Such a pitiful being within the perfect circle of lusty death Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
wow this is a beautiful poem...(ha, am i being ironic? sorry) i mean really, it makes me almost feel sorry for this guy...or thing...whatever...it is very true. i love it. keep up the good work bro. =) by the way, i've decided to add you to my library. =) - River A river of change is rushing over me, through me. Forfeit to the waters, forget the past, live in the present. |
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Third Libra Member
since 2003-08-10
Posts 125South Carolina |
Thanks for readin, bro. Sry it took so long for me to reply. N-eways, kick ass that ya liked it, and thanks for the addition into the library. coolioroono. Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear. |
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