Twilights Midnight

a weave of the tapestry

In the darkly gloaming shadows

the dying lay screaming

battered and bleeding-

their loved ones stand weeping

wailing and pleading

for something is coming

needing and feeding

as death stalks its victims in merciless  flight

 

 

Falling, falling, down, we go

 

Falling, falling, nothing to show

 

Falling, falling, forever the flow

 

Falling, falling, Not We,   NO! NO! NO!

 

 

In the dawning twilight moonlight

the fallen lay beaten  all bloodied and worn,

lost in the shadows no sleep for the damned.

Hunger is gnawing forever we’re falling

to hell we are going; a desolate  wasteland

Our love is forgotten  turned sour and rotten

into the mud we sink in our hate

 

 

Time is forever, forever and ever

 

No sleeping, just thinking, thinking and sinking

 

Hunger appalling, forever it’s gnawing

 

To God we are calling, never to answer, forever we’re falling

 

 

In the nightfall slowly closing

darkness recedes from  the beckoning light

the fallen go crawling on shriveled sore bellies

seeking dark refuge from luminosity’s might

the dawn is approaching- the flowers are blooming-

a skylark is singing-the sun wakes from slumber

but deep down and under in dimness and darkness;

the cry of the fallen will forever be heard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is one of a series of poems concerning the fall- it's one of my Tapestry poems.

Reviews

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Wow Bob...this saga makes me more determined than ever to elude the devil's grasp, if that would be my fate! (Just made the sign of the cross to ward off the eveil spirits) lol

This was as usual, one of your best Bob. This surely will be published and I can say..oh yeah, that's my friend Bob....the celebrated author! He thinks he might be going to hell, but I doubt it!

Bea

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Amazing piece. I got lost in it! Your poetic prowess abounds in the amazing pile of words.

"the fallen go crawling on shriveled sore bellies

seeking dark refuge from luminosity's might"

BAM!

I could read this over and over. Well done!

Your green friend in a jet black realm,
FF

[MagiCrystal]

I can read this piece a 10000000 times.. and I will say...I fly into the heavens .. and fall hard on the ground/ this is a masterpiece... Love it.. the whole poem give me chills... cold and hot... gracias

In the nightfall slowly closing

darkness recedes from the beckoning light

the fallen go crawling on shriveled sore bellies

seeking dark refuge from luminosity's might

the dawn is approaching- the flowers are blooming-

a skylark is singing-the sun wakes from slumber

but deep down and under in dimness and darkness;

the cry of the fallen will forever be heard.

I agree... Magic

[Michael X]

sincerely well written and expressed with passionate depth taking thoughts further & further into the darkness with each word, masterfully picturesque

[Ivor]

Bob,

Amazing structure, flow and theme. This stands (or falls?) in a class of it's own. As a poet who writes without thinking of rythm or rhyme but always ending up that way I truly admire a piece that blends immaculately all styles into perfect poetry! And then leads my mind down a deep dark path that intrigues ands tempts my imagination.

Did I say I enjoyed it or would that let people too far into my mind....

Ivor