Fiend

A bit more on the morbid side.

Icicles dripping from lash to lash

In fire, in dust, in ash to ash,

Marble pillars caressing warmth

A trembling creature of undersized form

Creeping across the marble palm,

His misshapen mouth bears forth no alm

Scarlet eyes and a stony gaze,

The icicles lost in a flaming haze.

Reviews

[Moflo]

Very vivid images, I liked that a lot! For its size, this is a very deep, descriptive poem...great job!

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

Morbid is good, esspecially if you project it well, which is exactly what you did... You did an excellent job describing the fiend and as always, I can see a hidden meaning in this... Is that something you try to do? If not you have an unconscience ability to do so and it captivates one well.... Another Excellent write for my favorites file.