Broken Light

A sonnet based around the forces of life and death

The sun had set on the world I once knew,

Breaking the chains of oppression I feel.

Though I fell, I felt a light-spreading dew

Cascading down my shattered body's reel.

Sweet light, by the rays of Aurora's dawn,

Cover me in the rays of the lovely

And break my will, for my old soul must be gone

To a different plane for eternity.

Death comes at my beckoning call to serve

The souls I had robbed of sweet innocence.

Although he indeed wields the crescent curve,

I alone bring him to deliverance.

Oh, sweet light, please shield my dark, blind eyes,

And bring me to the night where all hope dies.

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

I really liked this. Thanks for the post.

[emipoemi]

.......................(Ho-ly kwap!)..........................

that's me gasping in awe at how solemn, and poetically profound this is. Well done!

(I'd only suggest to remove "old" from "my old soul must be gone"....helps the musicality flow better if you do).

[Nwang]

Death is usually not a topic encroached upon by modern writers. This is an interesting and good write, your poem reminds me of romantics. Enjoyed it very much.

[Callen Stein]

I appreciate your comment. Thank you very much

[Kittyskittles]

Very well detail Poem. I love the way you use the words. Like this phrase :Sweet light, by the rays of Aurora's dawn,