Dark Lamps

Dark Lamps

A Poem by Benyoucef

I had a vision that I tried to shape into this poem, while writing, I realized how many perspectives could be taken when reading it, so enjoy it however you like it


A little quite village by the sea

Never knew light, except for that of fire

There was a grey smoke in the sky we all could see

A day would end when all our chiefs retire

I always dreamt that there were lights to be

Beyond the smoke, greater than our fire


“ It is up there and I can almost taste it,

It’s greater than all our woods to waste it,

It speaks to me and says (Oh dear,

I’m getting close to you , so don’t be so hasty”


They said “Enough you crazy foolish liar,

how dare you speak ill of the holy fire ?!!

The wrath it holds is way beyond our power

This is why young flesh is its favorite pyre”


“ Did you forget that one time you had lit it ?!

Your tongues do hide it yet your hearts admit it !

Robes cannot wear you as long as you knit it !

So be my flesh its food if you desire”


And so they did, they fed me to the fire

It grew so large just as it would aspire

then kissed the sea and died with me as well

A new king rose right when the previous fell





© 2012 Benyoucef

Author's Note

I tried to throw some old english to set the mood, never got the hang of it

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Added on February 27, 2012
Last Updated on February 27, 2012



Ain Oussera, Djelfa, Algeria

A poet even when I'm not holding a pen, because life is that colorful and emotional, just know where to look more..