Speak Of The Devil

  

Staring into the soul

Of this winter wizard

Is like a crystal ball

Revealing familiar shadows

Rising in a sea of flames.

 

Soft snowflakes fall

Gentle upon my tongue

Yet taste like acid rain

Making me spit words of hate

And burns reality into my sight.

 

Heaven becomes a four-letter word

When angels dance the macabre,

Doves become creatures of the night

And the pearly gates are closed

For reconstruction and repairs.

 

Speak of the devil

He shatters my dreams

Every time I open my eyes.

Reviews

[The DuchessPoet]

Cowboy, you are the rancher of choice!
Well, my choice!
Your words:
""Heaven becomes a four-letter word
When angels dance the macabre,
Doves become creatures of the night
And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs.""

What do I say to compliment talent...?

[Lori]

This is a really interesting look at the snow flake, and I like the way you use it as a metaphor for a unique take on the darkness and light. Something beautiful can destroy like acid, and twist the world so that doves become creatures of night. (Wonderful image!) The end seemed to be saying that reality is shattering....as soon as you open your eyes, the dream world ends.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Another great write. Reminds me of the night life. Where doves become creatures of the night... Just my thoughts... Thank you for sharing/. Debileah

[ape domenigoni]

Heaven becomes a four-letter word

When angels dance the macabre,

Doves become creatures of the night

And the pearly gates are closed

For reconstruction and repairs.

This is terrific...it sent shivers down my spine...Keep up the great work, can't wait for your next poem!

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow this is a dark piece filled with pain,hate & anger!!
Very well done!!

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Oi awesome imagery here! This was pure magic for me, and I am in awe.

[just is]

I Just love this write simply adore it I reread it all the time, This is one of my favorites from you.
espc.......Heaven becomes a four-letter word
When angels dance the macabre,
Doves become creatures of the night
And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs.

Such talented words, This is very well written.

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"Soft snowflakes fall
Gentle upon my tongue
Yet taste like acid rain
Making me spit words of hate
And burns reality into my sight." ~ Nice imagery. Your metaphors flow together well creating some really good special effects. Another very different piece from you. Can I have whatever it is your having? :) Good writing.

[~Mary Ann~]

I enjoyed this piece. I reflects the concept of what you think might be.. really isn't what it is at all.
Dreams that are so beautiful and free, can be shattered with a moments notice when reality steps in.

Well done.. Cowboy.. :p

[Angelic Darkness]

Love this Dale! You turned the beauty and silence of a snowflake
into a dark twisted world. Just my kind of guy LOL! AD

[Helena]

"When angels dance the macabre,
Doves become creatures of the night
And the pearly gates are closed
For reconstruction and repairs..."

Well that's an interesting thought my friend!
Totally unique and enjoyable poem. Good job.

Helena