As The Judgment Star Descend...

After meditating, behind the silent walls of my imagination, on the universe & the cosmic space... I came up with this philosophicaldark poem... Can you get my point...

Behind the sealed doors to my imagination
I sense whispering voices of devastation
Daemonical Sacraments of Revalation...
A murky cascade of darkened emotions
Where servitude of the savage sets allegations...
An ominous silence imprisons me
With disfigured landscapes that closing thee
Where the blind, truthfully, see...

I live only to see the last star descend
From above as the mortal journey end
A soul that had sworn...
To carry the message of the forlorn...
As the genesis of the dynasty of death,
Putting thy conflict in disharmonic breath...

When you seek the innocent dawn of light...
From the cold dungeons of night...
The world is caught in a hematic spell...
Where all dreams of humanity have become hell...

No anxiety, no pain... Just everlasting sleep...
No anxiety, no pain... When life & death become the same...
For many... are the versions of the story...
But one remains the aim...
 

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Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow,amazing poem in the way you've captured the darkness as if its the gift, the overseeing mist that
lurks beyond threshhold of life and death , a dark spirited place where the consuming shroud callsa to
the soul to cross over, this poem makes the reader feel as if they are looking into the paralell dimension and the picturesque details have a way of painting the vision across the readers mind, captivating depth and feature. burning impressions into thoughts.

[TamerQtaish]

Nice! Like your friend The Black Iris, you share his magical use of words, none the less you have your own style in writing down your thoughts!
So death will sting forever kinda of philosophy, well personally, once I am dead I don't give a crap what will happen, it about the days of the living I put in my mind and soul on!
None the less I loved your piece,
Keep the hard work brother

All the best,
Tamer Qtaish

[A.r. Bazian]

great diction!
nice rhyme... it seems like its all coming back to you my friend!

keep it up!
nice poem!