The Waking Hour (Version 4 - Final Tri-meter Revision)

The Waking Hour is

An alibi to cope

With lost regrets which pierce

The soul with every

Step taken a last breath

Could relinquish a safe

Haven if The Waking

Hour came like a thief

In the night disguised as

Satan who's deemed be

A soul taker now knows

Endowed saints could now be

Seen as patron in the

Eyes of a world filled with

Bigamy and hatred

Willfully created

Deceptiveness would be
The only weapon used

For The Waking Hour 

Red flags within the minds 

Of every Waking
Follower's hopes and dreams

Would remain the only

Alarm clocks left to save

One another from a
Visually evident
Spiritual slaughter
Dormant enough to be
Untimely yet undone
For most modern skeptics

Author's Note

A Final new version of The Waking Hour poem. Tuned up the meter a bit. All reviews welcome, thanks for stopping by and enjoy. :)

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

this is absolutely exquisite...your pen spills such spellbinding metaphors and pleasing meter.

i adore the slightly foreboding macabre images you weaved throughout this gem of a poem. this is one of my favorite writes on this site. -- i'm a huge fan of your art. -- xx -- barrie

[Bacchus]

Thrilling, really.
an alibi... and yet you almost
convince us to sign up.