Anima Sola (The Forsaken Soul)

A mix of demons

Clashing and struggling

To save the damaged inside

But still the disposition

Remains jaded, cynical

 

Twin faces,

Gods and goddesses

Staring through knowing eyes

Fear and loathing

Still claw at man

Turning love to hate,

Compassion to apathy

 

Eshu, dressed in black and red

Lays down the cards

For the fortunate and unfortunate alike

He cares not for their fate

 

Cannons firing from the mouths of man

Usher in the silence of death

A funeral procession

Leading through the depths of hell

 

Severed moon,

Dripping red o’er the countryside

As Death marches through the stars and forgotten days

Through the darkness a pinhole of light can be seen

Before it flickers and fades

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

Taken from the Latin?..or do you speak spanish?

[Larry Dyson]

"Severed moon,

Dripping red o’er the countryside

As Death marches through the stars and forgotten days

Through the darkness a pinhole of light can be seen

Before it flickers and fades

yes..darkly forboding

[Ruth]

Wow! A masterpiece! lol
Truly!
I love everything about this poem :)
Amazing balance...you write with such vividness love!
A fav!
xx

[Sukriti Suki]

Nice!! Very very nice...this dark piece spoke volumes. Applaud for the last 2lines, you have a masterpiece there....Eshu without a thought for the fortune or the misfortune...You got me thinking with this piece. Thank you for sharing.