Watch the Specter I

A Repost...which means there's a Watch the Reaper II waiting right behind it...brand new!

When I close my eyes and count the droplets

Those eyes hope the tears have come;

Sifting sand through stubby fingers,

Like barbed wire, softly spun.

Jagged peaks on shifting landscapes

Swell till grinning shadows cry,

Hatred screams its garbled greetings,

Answers stop and crack the sky.

 

Stars align like neon road signs,

Pointing out the cosmic streets;

Slips of memory’s whispered secrets;

Tossing gems at princely feet.

Cackling laughter echoes wildly,

Gazing into dimming fires;

Seek the truth and stop the madman

As he reveals his warped desires.

 

Out of peace grow troubled battles

Coexistence growing harder;

Wishes falter, whispered anger

Changes fear to something smarter.

City lamps and rural moonlight

Gather all the darker scholars;

Count the pebbles, pile the harvest,

That the Night converts to dollars.

 

            Watch the specter count the mourners;

            Watch him grin in patient waiting.

                                    Watch the specter call the order;

                                    Watch them line up,

Watch the hating.

 

 

dan © 2015

Music: "Don't Fear the Reaper," by Blue Oyster Cult

Author's Note

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Spot on flow. This sounds awesome read out loud. Nice job.
It's nice to read something a bit darker, different.

[dan]

Ana, I do like to delve into the depths of darkness from time to time, I actually started out doing almost nothing but...but my loving sensitive side can't hide forever, so I split my allegiances between the light and dark. Thank you for your kind words. take care...dan

[Matching Socks]

I applaud you, I've tried to do dark too but they often end with a ray of sunshine. :)
You're welcome Dan, I always enjoy what you have to share.

[...]

Now THIS is awesome poetry! I guess you got something to say, Dan, and I like the way you say it :)))

[dan]

Thanks lynn. You should skim through my back catalog some day, I've got many darkened writes, used to do them almost exclusively. I'm REAL popular on a lot of Goth websites. take care...dan

[AaronFreitas]

I loved the words... and in collaboration with the awesome song it was a great piece! "Jagged peaks on shifting landscapes
Swell till grinning shadows cry,
Hatred screams its garbled greetings,
Answers stop and crack the sky."

Awesome work :)

[dan]

Aaron, When I was a pup I started out doing a lot of darker pieces...I'm very popular on many Gothic websites. One such website (don't know the name, haven't visited for years) had people writing poems in tribute to ME. I found that a tad too special. Thank you for your kind words. take care...dan

[AaronFreitas]

That is awesome!

[Lizardo]

Gosh I really love the two parts of this.
Like I said on the other one, The beat is just amazing, I really like this.
You've made a great work on this one, the scenes are so vivid in my mind, it left me wanting for more!
Great poem Dan, I really like this one!

[dan]

Lizardo, Thanks so much for your enthusiastic review. I wrote this awhile ago and only reposted it because I wrote a Part II today. I hope you like the sequel as well. take care...dan

[B]

Changes fear to something smarter.
City lamps and rural moonlight
Gather all the darker scholars;
Count the pebbles, pile the harvest,
That the Night converts to dollars.

Love these lines .... speaking truth
the nights converting to dollars ..... very strong imagery

The world we live in
Its ironic

Really good job Dan ....

[dan]

Nisreenaa, Thanks so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'm really becoming reliant on your opinion; your writing talent and your intuitive reviews earned a lot of my respect and admiration over the past few months. I appreciate your feedback. take care...dan

[B]

Thank you Dan
Thanks for sharing your poems with me