Malignance

A imitation poem: in H.P Lovecraft style

Thro’ darkened woods besmirched with venetian red

Behind the mask of garish impulsive design

I have lived in the pallid and vehement dead

I have haunted the shadowed huts of the brave benign

And with the coming of the dawn do I retreat back to my odious shrine

I have created forests of cold and rattling bones

When the skewered dancing of metal bends

I’ve seen the ravaging disease of the unknown

Where the motion of my inkling transcends

Where the crowds will trample the innocent, without caring, or heeding the cries of friends

I had walked among the zealous faithful

Within their hearts stirred a faithless confession

That the feeling of its nature was less grateful

That felt more like a tortured and twisted possession

With the coming tidal wave of trials and tribulation, I was their voice that led in procession

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Stefano Segnan]

I hope it is not to late to review this. I think that the style is really interesting and well-versed. Though you could improve the structure, the rhythm is interesting and it's not confined to rhyme. The imagery is vivid and compelling which makes it a very good and interesting poem to read. I also liked the darkness in this one. Good work!