Gratitude

If it’s true that the night belongs to no one,

and if nobody owns the ebony skies,

then from whom am I borrowing the shadows

that are cleverly concealing my soulless eyes?

And to whom do I give thanks for the howling winds

for expertly disguising your desperate cries?

I would also like to thank them for the moonlight

that lets me see your face as I bury you  with your lies.

 

Author's Note

This happy little poem was inspired by great gusts of wind last night that caused me to look out my window and see a very full moon. The rest is just my twisted thoughts lol

Reviews

[Lorna Lee]

I love this one sis, I can picture you gazing out the window with that look you get on your face while you compose. Something about this line just draws me right in, it's my favorite. Awesome Job!!

"and if nobody owns the ebony skies,
then from whom am I borrowing the shadows
that are cleverly concealing my soulless eyes?"

[Mystic Dreams]

Dangerous and deadly - great rhythm...and warning to potential suitors - they should cross you at their own peril. Very vampiry/gothic.

Fantastic

Hugs, Mystic

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

i love the cubed emotive introduction... its like a puzzled fact, being questioned redundantly and eventually there is no answer after all... making someone realize that pain can just fade away in the darkness... nothing is permanent..so you won't push further ....

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

That was great! one of my favs. I had to read it twice, to really get a feel of the whole piece. clever, i loved it!!

[Snow White Queen]

Wow. This is really creepy, but in a good way.

[Tamme]

I so do love it especially the last two lines... But, I am left thinking... is this person being buried literally or figuratively. Either way it's great.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

wow, very beautiful. "ebony skies" and all the adjetives, metaphors, succicently written. ---mishel

[V. K. Harris]

Well written, nice emotion I felt it.

[ELii]

lovely write. Ur twisted thoughts flowed well. nice1.

[Gary H]

Reminds me of listening to the Murder Ballards by Nick Cave. Definately something spooky/gothic like in the sounds of the words. Was thinking that the last line could be 'that lets me see your eyes as I bury you with your lies.' because the moonlight tends to reflect well from eyeballs.
Great work.

[David Lewis Paget]

Opens a little door into the darkness of the subconscious mind. The individual personality is suppressed while you ruminate on the 'you', whoever that might be, with your soulless eyes. There's a little hurt there in the background, working its way through revenge to fulfilment.
Interesting write.
David.