Whispers of the Forgotten

Whispers of the Forgotten

The nascent moon outside

dons the mystic orbs.

Gloomy clouds strikes thunder

whenever the heart throbs.

The air in the house

is dying with every breath.

The damp lands speak words

of the nearing death.

Howls grow shriller

as every second crawls.

Dark Satans are seduced

by the voodoo dolls.

Creaking noises in dim light doorway

pave the glorious way

for the unseen souls

and past spirits to stay.

The fiercest of fears

bring the mightiest uproar

when the pool of blood

storms the damp floor.

Small wounds drawn

all over my face,

and a long pointy knife

to add to my disgrace.

A violent pyre awaits me.

I cling between heaven and hell,

a place where no light enters,

and no darkness to dispel.

I see dead bodies burn,

flesh lying around rotten.

The Devil smiles as I succumb

to the Whispers of the Forgotten.

C Kumar

Reviews

[Jess]

Wow!! This is dark and deep!