WhimA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Wanted to write something simple. So here's that.Whim Chilling like a guillotine dead on the marksman Blessed tempestuous in the devillands of the godhands path Shed your second skin, Like a withered villain of the wind A hull of open wounds outcast by sin Like an elevator shaft within A shell of what’s been past The hunger for my wrath, akin To wielding a guillotine blooming execution by beaten staff The one who climbs the highest mountains at his peak Yet called the giant shoulders he stands upon unbalanced, weak Where the wings of the infinite begins The ending impending on but cruel man’s whim To preach of such resilience, still silence is all that speaks with rhythm Beseeched by fallen stars, and all to reap the wildcards We are only but the odds, of the luck of what we draw upon A portrait carved in the beyond The darkness isn’t loath It is the final oath And if iridescent it were to be To part the worldly, see? Like a feather turned to pen The endeavour is the man A heavy heaven to withstand The severed vengeance of this land And although I fight for peace To live by scythe we are but wheat Waiting patient to be reaped Silver-plated angels crowned with wreaths The one who towers over all the sheep Can’t carry the weight below his feet The foundation that would wreak Havoc on the rabble who without help Would never reach To touch the moon at glistening eve Claiming castles in the sand to siege © 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 25, 2020 Last Updated on March 27, 2020 AuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |