Path Of Sins

How much the pain of the wrong decisions can haunt you for years to come.

 

Sitting atop,

Her blackend throne.

Onyx crystals,

Fall from her once,

Alluring eyes.

Shattering beneath

her bare feet.

 

Painfuly the crystals,

Begin to shed more rapid.

One for each of her many sins.

 

In her once angelic time,

She glimmered of happiness.

Glowing and alive.

 

Now she sits here,

In this desolate room.

Mortified by the path she chose.

 

She begs for a sign.

 

With a flash,

Of the prismatic lightning.

And the deafening clash,

Of the roaring thunder.

Tiny clear dropletts,

Plummet from the sky.

 

In a moments grace,

She rushes to the door.

Hesitant at first,

She steps into the treacherous downpour.

 

Glimmering rain pelting her,

Like thousands of sharp needles.

She pleeds forgivness.

 

The rain fades.

Laying in a pool of black,

She shines

For the rain erased her evil,

And forgave,

Her path of sins....

 

 

Reviews

[Silvario]

wow, very powerful.

so well written with a smooth fluid tempo. excellent presentation in all

i love the message and could actualy feel it. always impressive when i piece evokes emotion like that.

well done indeed :)

[Kellie Bass]

I really like the imagery, as usual. If I had any critique to offer it would be to request more about the absolution. It comes suddenly with no explanation. You could expand on that if you wanted to and I think it would strengthen the poem further.

[Jae]

wow. The beginning is so dark and the whole thing is marvelously descriptive.
It is true that the paths we chose always lead to certain consequences.

~Rem