In Nomine Patris

In Nomine Patris

A Poem by Doodley
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In the Name of the Father.

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So cold comes the night to smite the last of day,
Oh! Suffer the little children whereupon their beds they lay;
Entombed and huddled silent under cloth mounds of last defense,
Hands clasped together in hopeful prayer while fearful heart repents.

Grim darkness petrifies their mental boundaries at the seams,
And the demons born from Beelzebub torment their sleeping dreams;
But for them there is no greater fear than the realism horror,
That comes to them cloaked in candlelight, a Nosferatu in a collar.

With creeping sinews and talons shown it invades their personal space,
And whispers with a forked tongue and a leer upon its face;
That, naughty child you must be punished for all your little sins,
Then enshrouded in protective dark it does unspeakable things.

Into and beyond the witching hour their living nightmare stays,
And manifests its evil intent in all unfathomable ways;
And only when the blinkered God from the Heavens He does send,
The virgin rays of newborn light does their ordeal finally end.

And into the dying shadows does the vampyric malevolence flee,
And leaves behind the broken child, alone, yet finally free;
Who hugs their knees into their chest and breaks into sobbing sighs,
As another portion of their innocent soul fades out and silently dies.

As this withered quill in solemn pause does halt as this poet thinks,
The tears of human sorrow infuse the potting of his inks;
And northward turns his remorseful gaze into the heavenly skies,
And with eyes ablaze with swelling rage he opens up and cries:

Where are ye Holy Shepherd? Look at the hour upon the clock!,
Make haste from your eternal slumber! Come now! Protect your flock!;
Embrace these innocents to your girth, spare them from further shame,
From the evil deeds that have been wrought in your sacred Holy name!

Yet the silence here is deafening, there are no swift replies,
No rapturous roars of vengeance shall descend from these empty skies;
And in this instant realisation does the heart sink deep like stone,
Suffer the little children shall, for the children are alone.

© 2017 Doodley



Author's Note

Doodley
A darker poem. Be warned.

Any comments are greatly appreciated

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Devastating!
The healing--as well as the reckoning--will come.
An exceptional piece of work!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

4 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Jimmy. This one was not factual to my life, but a response to a.. read more
Your last two verses brings to mind the sufferings/cries of the 'innocents' of war begging for freedom from suffering and pain brought on by the indiscretions of those who rule! Poignant. Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece, though sad.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

11 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Kitty. More like the suffering and pain brought on by abusive m.. read more
kitty

11 Months Ago

Open mind. Willing to learn more.
This is one heck of a poem. The dark images I like the most. Brilliant :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Suhd. I appreciate the line. Welcome to my poetic domain.
A darker poem indeed.....but a well written one, with great musicality that ends with a profound bang! Well done!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, emopoemi. I appreciate the time. Welcome to my poetic domain.
Powerful piece. I personally loved the line "As another portion of their innocent soul fades out and silently dies"


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Anaya. I appreciate the line.
Faith and hope are important to continue in life often when darkness is there and threatens...
"As this withered quill in solemn pause does halt as this poet thinks,
The tears of human sorrow infuse the potting of his inks;
And northward turns his remorseful gaze into the heavenly skies,
And with eyes ablaze with swelling rage he opens up and cries: "--love this section of this!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Josie. I appreciate your insights and kind words.
Josie E. Cook M. A.

1 Year Ago

You are welcome!
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Very dark poem. Beautifully written

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Doodley

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading and reviewing, Sasha. Dark indeed! I appreciate your kind words.

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