Unto this Darkened Soul

Small droplets of blood
Dot your forehead fair
Tears,
Mingled anger
Your streaked blonde hair

You've brought this to the living
That,
          Death,
You dreamed so much...
For moonlight cannot whisper,
Upon the secrets,
           You have touched...

Now you stand under the cover,
Of the night,
                    See by the moon,
Yet again,
That need arises,
It's that one,
          Forecasting doom..

Which life do I accept?,
For these hands,
                 Need know to kill,
It seems my life has fallen,
Into my own,
 Symbolic Hell....

So do you fear walks in the darkness?
Do you pray,
                    Death calls for you....
Then my friend..
Here's some advise,
For no matter what,
                 You do.....
For soon I will be coming....
Plunging deep,
This crimson blade,
And soon you will,
Be crying,
As this life,
              Does slowly fade,

How could I be like this?
How is it that I could,
For within A life that's hated,
Wronged,
Mis-understood.....

So as Death does now,
                            Enfold you,
Within her dark,
            And flowing gown,
Then peace,
                      perhaps, my friend,
            Unto this Darkened Soul,
                                     Be found.

Reviews

[willweb]

Quite deep and dark. Death waits for us all. This was a great poem. I enjoyed reading this today.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write John. Bravo...:)....................

[Rene Velez]

great images and atmosphere in this write, enjoyed!!!

[Alfred Kukitz]

Great use of imagery John, your words poured forth as if they came from the fountain of your soul.

[sonnie ibadah]

"So as Death does now,
Enfold you,
Within her dark,
And flowing gown,
Then peace,".... the darkness unfolds even more with every verse, very enthralling!

[Matching Socks]

Dark, dangerous...
Good read. :)

Enjoyed it.