Dark Cabernet

I have pulled the trigger �" times before,
. . . I guess you should say I’m a bit dangerous,
But I know you want to open this door,
. . . I guess I should warn you, it’s treacherous. . .

And maybe I will drown you in my darkness,
And deprive you of what you thought you needed,
The scary part is that I may seem a bit harmless. . .
I promise you �" that. . . I’ve pulled the trigger. . .
It happened sort of like this. . .
. . . When my warnings became unheeded.

I am a monster.

I rose one night from the depths of the ocean,
Memories and thoughts, bubbled in slow motion,
Thought I had to swim these stormy tides. . .
And then these wings sprouted from my sides. . .
In the night I reached to the light of the moon,
And the foam of the waves hit me to attune. . .
Attune to the melody of nights in deep sea. . .
Then I began a killing spree . . . that began with me.

I’ve seen your eyes and your scales in my dreams,
I’ve heard your roars, heard maybe my screams,
Or were they yours? A pause in this storm. . .
Have you seen your reflection? Have you seen me:
Transform?

. . . One Time. . .

When I was asleep, I loved someone until the edge,
My life, my heart, my voice was what I pledged. . .
My innocence wrapped this darkness tightly for him,
It was a forewarning for an ending that was grim. . .

. . . Kept on taking. . .

. . . Kept on swimming on this ocean. . .

We stood on a sidewalk. . . .

I pulled the trigger right in the middle of his eyes,
In a Planck between the bullet and the pain of lies,
I switched my body with his, and there it lay. . .
On the pavement, in puddles of blood. . .
My body. . .
Dark Cabernet.

Author's Note

https://beautifulthreat.wordpress.com/2015/01/04/dark-cabernet/

Reviews

[Gee]

Flows great,rhyming too,loved the dark side to it.

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

This poem was like a dark adventure, I loved it.

"I rose one night from the depths of the ocean,
Memories and thoughts, bubbled in slow motion"

In this stanza it felt like my brain was warping to fit in all of the dark corners and shadows in this poem. It feels a little to relate able for comfort but comfort is not really why we are here. Great write!