Crimson Maw

Another short poem I wrote. I tried to focus more on meaning than rhyme.

When darkness fades to light,

the night-creatures end their fight.

Dead men arise

from earthen graves of cold stone.

Shivering bones crawl in hopes

of embracing cenotaphs of fiery obsidian.

All is well.

When black turns to white,

and a wise man blurs the lines,

and a child whines about their misfortune,

then is when hell’s gates shall open wide,

the jaws of some adamant crimson beast.

All is null.

When chaos calls for order,

and the innocent becomes the guilty,

the maws of a horrible vile thing

shall tear and rend the sky to shreds.

Yes, the ground will rise to the sky.

All has fell.

When anarchy brings unity,

and the flesh-tearing teeth

of a hellish existence

bare fangs against those who oppose,

then the pit of flame will rear its unholy heat.

All can tell.

When vice violates justice,

and the words of a tyrant

reach the ears of a corrupted saint,

the black brick walls shall then close in.

Blood-stained doves soar through the open maw.

All is hell.

Author's Note

I welcome constructive criticisms and thoughtful reviews.

Reviews

[Quill]

pretty grizzly creature, i feel there should be more to this poem, i mean like a follow up poem, but nevertheless like its construction