Darkness Above

The Angel of Darkness

Hovers close overhead

I can feel his evil stare

Like an impending dread

 

Dark and foreboding

With fiery eyes,

That can pierce a weaker man's heart

And fill it with lies

 

I feel the heat of his gaze

And smell the stench of his breath,

Full of hatred and malevolence

And the promise of death

 

He patiently waits

To claim my soul as his own,

And force me to pay homage

And bow to his throne

 

An eternity of suffering

Is promised to me,

If I weaken my defenses

And allow this to be

 

But my heart is made pure

Because I pray to the light,

And live a clean life

And try to do right

 

To this wondrous light,

I give devotion and love,

And in return, I am protected

From the darkness above

 

But sometimes the light can get hot

And burn like the sun,

And trying to be perfect

Is sometimes not very fun

 

So on those bright days

I let my veneration fade,

And seek out the darkness’ shadow

For just a little bit of shade

Reviews

[Lorry]

Deliciously dark feel, with a wonderful flow and rhythm to it that I can picture being voiced over by Vincent Price from the old hammer horror movies. Think of the spoken part in Michael Jackson's thriller and you'll see what I heard when reading your words. The last two lines for me are totally relatable, I too prefer the shade sometimes, yet I gaze at the sun worshipers with envy too. Wonderful piece.