Dark EnclosureA Poem by stanleyEdgar Poe Challenge, Blue rose poetry
Seclusion left me bound and haunted by my innermost demons The erring sound of death hovering upon my temple discarded my soul, Lost in thought Lost in calamity I was grazed whilst my screams were deafen, lost in this calamity The might of my strength subdued Numb as death, the bulging eyes filled with smoky haze pierced my being My gasp heaved with heavy pains on my bosom Death accompanied by the smeared faces of my demons The sharpen f**s with bleak expressions My humid surroundings were surrounded by blacken drops of rain Death came hovering with unflattering wings All was eclipsed My gaiety state died with all my might Sweetness of my dreams were soured, left to be tormented and Discarded to the devilish dogs of this calamity Whilst my demons pluck and peck my flesh Pains betwixt hell, fires are like hammered spikes In my flesh the anguish was without pleasure I lay there subdued as they peck, death smitten by the sprouting blood Delighted by the pecker O’ death take me, they pecked me to bone Whilst I still heaved with life My heart was pumping the blood of life within my veins As they vehemently pecked my flesh My blood raced, my trepidations accelerated Moonlight kisses were infuriated by ether whilst the stars were distantly constellation a pattern of death. My sadden countenance was smeared with my blood As the Caustic pain was beyond the fires of hell Death of my velvet rose The devil may poke my heart dead As death descended to pocket my soul My lightness of heaven resurfaced My beauty was restored Blacken rains ascended to the clouds My eyes were restored As I awake in my meadows With joys of life and beauty in my palm I was awake Embracing life as my demons were bay. © 2015 stanley |
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1 Review Added on March 23, 2015 Last Updated on March 23, 2015 Authorstanleyjohannesburg, gaunteng, South AfricaAboutaspiring writer who is passionate about poetry, short stories and assay writing, willing to receive all kinds of constructive criticism as i am willing to learn as much as i can in this art form more..Writing
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