Of Darkness

The day becomes blurred

as the chasms of light

are engulfed by the blood-dripping hands of the night,

the evening extinguished

by unfaithful lovers

who travel too fast on their sin-soaked endeavors.

 

The thievs and the murderers

had plots they now lay,

conspiracies unfold to flaunt and parade,

as demons build towers

made of moonlight colored black,

a feat achieved at once the Will of God had turned his back.

 

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As dirty deeds are written

and the innocent are throttled,

Satan stacks and packs and burns all of the Angels that he's bottled,

no permission needed

for these horrid crimes of hate-

the age of good is overthrown, from hence, salvation is too late.

 

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The planet's gone forever,

its righteous never missed,

and farewell is all to say to this place under poison's kiss.

How devils stole the world's keys,

nowhere does one know

as the last of Christ is shattered from the colored church windows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I have no clue how i did this, it was strictly for a contest though i've grown to really admire it. It took me a few days to move on from the first verse. Its a tragic story, not a revelation on the world's sin, though parts of it do explore evil that is very real today.

Reviews

[John McDonald]

Wow! I wasn't even half way through the first verse when I added music to it, and with Norma Jeans new album playing behind me, I had the urge to start screaming it. I love it. My absolute favorite. I'd like to recite this piece at a poetry reading with your permission of course, and with credit to you and all that.

[Simplicity]

It was a great read. There were a few spelling mistakes, but overall I found it interesting. Thanks for submitting it to the "Halloween Tributes" Contest! It was an outstanding poem.

[Dani California]

First of all, congratulations on winning the contest! Bravo..!

Most of what I write I have no clue on where and how it came
together, it just does. I blame that on my muse... which appears
to be exactly the case here... wow!

This is a very deep, thought provoking piece about the transgressons
of sins.... and the ultimate price.
I'll have to read it again because I always seem to catch something
I missed the first time, on my second trip through...

Its flow is awesome.... indeed.

Outstanding poem ! :)

[Ray Hamilton]

This is sad but true
There seems to be more unfaithful lovers, than faithful ones in this world
Is this the devil at work who knows?
All I know is the ones left behind are usually
Devastated and sometimes blamed for things they didn't do
This gives the unfaithful one a clear conscious in their own mind
To me I think it is False hope for their trip upstairs to the great resting place
But what do I know
I enjoyed thanks
Ray

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations on winning with your very good poem!

Sal

[Helena]

You hit the challenge head on with this write. Bravo!

It was deep and well thought out..... flowed easily, even though you said
it took a few days to move on from the first verse.

Sometimes our best poems come from "who knows where"...I find.
And this poem was good, very good.

Thank you for submitting this to Tovli's Contest!

Helena :)

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Well written poem, sadly I feel it's truth also speaks. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Lloyd Lofthouse]

Ever since the orignal sin, humans have been on this path--for thousands of years. This poem speaks the truth.