A Poem by Phoen-ix

These stained glass cathedral
ceilings I must repent under have
shown me no mercy
For they have shattered and admist the chaos I
cannot find my strength nor God

This is my punishment I now know

Forgive me for slaughtering the fawnlings,
for my pride

Remnants of an ancient love burn around my feet and
shards of what once was are now deep in the palms of my hands

Make me bleed while I pray
Desecrate me

© 2016 Phoen-ix

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A significant poem with a title that I love, Strigoi. I know Strigoi are mythological Romanian spirits of the dead that rise from the grave and that they're often referred to in more common terms as Vampires.

The symbolism is this poem is stunningly well-done. The Cathedral, punishment and an ultimate desire for Redemption. A bit short but the length doesn't detract from the poem in any way, in fact I believe it enhances its content.

I enjoyed this poem. Good job, The Immortally Rising from its own ashes Phoenix. ;D

Posted 1 Year Ago

Very powerful and meaningful. God forgives us if only we ask; but its often much harder to forgive ourselves.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on December 5, 2016
Last Updated on December 5, 2016



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