Seven Stars

Seven Stars

A Poem by M. Lumiére

To drown at their pleasure is a mission sacred to their harbingers.


The Seven stars thirst for blood, 
crimson rivers that shall flood 
valleys, meadows, shores and homes 
swallowed as the river flows. 

Brittle elders of times past, 
remains to cover plains all-vast. 
The sky turns rancid, 
black with wrath 
the stars are smiling, 
black's the path. 

Hope is lost, all will drown 
the beasts, the demons drag them down 

into the depths, 
which await. 
The stars are smiling, 
black's the fate. 

Those who dare are damned the worst, 
burns the emotion that shall burst 
the body open, 
bereft of future. 
The stars are smiling, 
red's the butcher.

© 2019 M. Lumiére

Author's Note

M. Lumiére
yeah maybe I'm not a very good poet

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I think you're a good poet. Don't be so hard on yourself. Tis a well penned poem, few can argue with that. However, I would argue with this poem ideologically. Whereas you may see black as the path... I see blackness as a dead end. Positivity prevails, fellow author

Posted 6 Years Ago

M. Lumiére

6 Years Ago

Poetry me is a bit of a pessimist, don't mind him.
Thanks for the review. ;)

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Added on April 12, 2018
Last Updated on January 21, 2019
Tags: stars, seven, decadence


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