Black Beast
Odes to death
and the end of time.
Worlds have fallen,
steeped in crime.
The blackbird cries,
a haunted moan.
Angels have fallen,
encased in stone.
The gods are crushed
in the hearts of men.
Revenge is given,
it all starts again.
Three witches part
in a haunted moor.
And a dagger floats
towards a victim's door.
Fates are woven
by rheumatic hands.
Death and disorder
falls over the lands.
Laudanum highs and
dope induced dreams.
Voices are lost in
the word's violent screams.
A skeletal grip
on a skeleton key,
unlocks mortal hearts
in anxiety's sea.
Leaves fall from the
wishing tree's grip.
And gruesome words tumble
from the Grim Reaper's lip.
The stars are broken
and it all starts again.
The ugly truths held
in the hearts of men.
Copyright © Mistycalpoet October 2010.
Like the Rhymes but the meter could be stronger and more musical either by iambs or syllable count. Your poem certainly deals with the world at large and the times we are living in. A poet friend//RH Peat
Brilliant writing with dark imagery that leaves such a lasting impression of gloom and doom. Amazing flow too!
Terrific write here Misty.I love it!! I love it !! I love it !! I am always a fan of a bit dark writing and you excel even the mystery of it.Great work.