Red LipsA Poem by Christopher AngelA symbolism/psychological heavy piece.Thin red lips stretched in a smile The brows are frowning but the eyes are dead Yet the lips form a smile, thin red lines in the night A shadow of a smile, red lips and pearls
A checkered floor of glass and gold She stands alone ‘tween pillars of old The Eye watches over a Sword in its wake To pierce the oval in the space it creates
The two pillars holding up the skies A gateway to the pyramid where evil men lie Baptized in black oil, she calls to it A three way prison where black blood boils A woman smeared in unholy oil
The gateway to eternity to power and wealth Sell your soul only if it’s worth the price Make the call the bargain is struck To stand tall against the rain
Make the call the bargain is struck! Pride, fame, fortune and all of fate Theirs for the taking our lives for the World A secret lives in our minds
Through a tunnel we see the world We are blocked from the shadow that looms They hide in the open and spin the tales Subverting our minds through poetry in flesh Poetry in verse and poetry in motion
When the hammer falls and the bell rings true All we know will turn to gloom The world will fall and Man will die Except those that live to be ruled © 2013 Christopher AngelFeatured Review
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