Dark

Something that helped give birth to a fragment of the old...

  Hallows night draws near

A time when the night veils

   All we see in fear

My heart grows cold

   I shatter the mirror

The shards of the soul I sold

    A companion slain

For a trivial, childish portrait

   Twofold it returns, pain

Dying now the spark

   Murderer am I

I turn my blade on me

   And hum a lonely dirge

    As my breath slows, ceases…

       …I…die…

        …And…welcome…

            …The……

                  …Dark……

Author's Note

Something from long ago, a precursor to "The Demon That Is He".

Interestingly enough, despite how the poem seems, I was not then contemplating suicide. That didn't come til later.

Reviews

[Kruppz]

I can feel it. I like the poems I can connect with. But it's to your credit that you make it connect-able.

The lines I like best - the last of the 2nd n the 3rd stanzas n the last 3 lines of the poem. It's such a perfect ending. Almost, perhaps, beyond perfect. Thanks.

[Caradoc]

Thank you, for this wonderful review and the compliments you pay me. I am glad you were able to connect with this piece in some small way. I try.

[Kruppz]

Alliteration has a very powerful effect.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is fantastic. Dark indeed, and a beautiful font and form.

[Caradoc]

Thank you very much, my friend. Dark is my flavor of write.