The Wanderer

I wore the lingering decadence

And through this long decay

Where preaching of the storyteller

begged my heart to pray.

 

I lay asleep in dreams of dreams

Through these labyrinths I roam

Visions portraying the horrid obscene

To a place I once called home

 

I saunter the waking pestilence

Like a skeptical young lass

How the atmosphere sought vehemence

To the irrepressible mass

 

I wander about these ruins

The mortuaries and the tombs

Beseeching for a thousand years

To eventually win its doom

 

And so I mourned for the innocent

And I prayed for the oppressed

And if God accursed the infidels

May I be laid to rest.

Reviews

[deepblue04]

wow, i really like the font. it matches the poem really well, good job!

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you...

[nigrum homonculus]

damn. the flow was immaculate and you ended it perfectly. another great write. well done!

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you Philgod... :)

[Leigh]

Strong and dark words - I like the last verse very much it rounds if off nicely

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Glad you liked it. Thank you. :)

[MOON]

Beautiful love the flow rhyme and imagery , well crafted write , last stanza beautiful . Thought provoking.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you for your thoughts... :)

[L0v3craft]

Its like you wrote how and what I think and feel whenever I stumble out from my "tomb" and wander the lonely streets at night. Beautiful as always, my dark Muse ^-^

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you so much sister in darkness... :)

[Wakeofahero]

Nicely done, easy to read and the rhymes were suiting. Only compliments here.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you... :)

[Harley (arbiter)]

That was amazing. Great flow and rhyme. Well written I liked it!

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thanks so much... :D