Stygian Hysteria

The black dog slinks between the pines

restlessly stalking his elusive shadow.

Howling to a starless, moonless sky

with nothing but the hymn of sorrow;

"There will be light by my darkness

and hope from my infinite pain.

There will be peace by my warring

and joy to reap from their gain."

He prowls the winding mossy hollows

perilously close to falling in delirium.

Weeping on the weary ashen birches-

disenchanted by promises of Elysium;

"There will be silence by my screams

and honor from my inky shame.

There will be love by my hatred

and stories from my tainted name."

He exhales from crypts within his lungs

the dead dusty air of forgotten chambers.

Wailing to ravens low on winter winds

he remembers his only evil that surrenders;

"There will be power by my weakness

and clarity from my misty oblivion.

There will be wellness by my affliction

and warmth from my shivering skin."

The black dog tempts Hysteria-

she who is always willing to become or destroy;

with all the rapture of a blossoming heart.

Author's Note

(Ani. Sky.)

Reviews

[Asante]

You have a certain vibe and progression to your work that I really enjoy. You use darkness as a brush to paint very vivid tales, rather than aimlessly wandering around in dark-speak without a cause. This piece was strong to me, especially in those last three lines. That was one helluva closer!

Great job, Anna.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing tale written my friend. I liked the deep thoughts leading to the strong ending. Some temptation make us want to become more than we are. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gaurav]

somehow i have started to think our writing styles may differ but the origin of all remains the same. I would like to read more of your writing. Nicely written. thanks :)