The Blue Demon

 

Left in the reminisces of space

Forgotten lyrics, forgotten rhymes of each damned race

Sitting here in space of mind’s black haze

As the demon of dark dreams rises with eyes ablaze

Staring down into the souls of man

Summoning those from hell to his long hellish command

The blue-bloodied souls eating their dead

The demon rises like a cursed flame out of the bed

With bloodied talons and purple fangs

Clawing at each dying, suffering neck that hangs

Granting wish elimination

Lending souls a perfect world of manifestation.

 

Reviews

[Michael X]

this awsome poems speaks on many levels, as well as metphorical, feels as if one is looking at all of the
poems here at writers cafe, wondering how so many got lost to the back pages, as turmoiling reflections
come to surface in the heart as inspirations, thus creating another work, added to the pages of time,
surrendering by will and not by force, the blue demon, as the muse bringiong about such actions
nicely done, well written and passionate, keep up the good work here.

[LilyGrace]

Lovely. Check spelling of 'dieing'.. should be 'dying'. Other than that, great. Great use of language, great imagery and well written with good use of rhyme.
LGD