Dark One Creation

#5 in my Dark One series

I grew up
in a hovel.
Working to
stay alive.
A beggar
came to me.
He told me his
story.
I wanted to
say no.
I didn't want
to kill him.
But I took the
knife and took
his heart out.
Cold blue color
climbed up me.
My veins gold
and leaking.
Magic speaks
to me.
No one wants
to look at me.
My deals are made
in the dead of night.
And still I work to
stay alive.  

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

I usually say a lot more in reviews, but I am not going to here. I will say only that your poem made me very happy. It gave me something I needed and for that I thank you my dearest Sarah.
Rosalind
-xx-

[_mal]

Bloody intense, I like the way each line breaks and you have some very interesting ideas here.

[Rhea752]

wow. that was cold powerful and descriptive. the poem was well written and i loved the story :)