Who Are You

Who are you who gathered near,

All mine trials, hardships, fears?

Who are you who pulls within,

The tempting drawstring of mine sin?

Who are you who from me strolled,

To the chorus of bells tolled?

You of briar, thorn, and fountain,

You the russet on the mountain,

You who ever pulled me from love,

While sat in judgement far above,

You who ever laid me low,

From your luring down below,

Who are you ever near,

Whilst I writhe and grapple with fear?

I know you once, I know you thrice,

You the Emperor of vice,

Lend me now your callous hand,

For man's laws I'm sure to bend,

My last friend, my greatest foe,

The master/mistress of my woe.

Reviews

[Scott Kris]

Why not dance with the Devil? As long as it’s your own creation and not the real Lord of Darkness. Ha.
We are in a love hate relationship in most of our passions in life. Especially we live this dichotomy with ourselves and the product of our labors.

I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for choosing to share it.

Scott.

[S Stone]

Thank you for taking the time to read it! I agree with your sentiment on passions

[willweb]

A dark piece of writing that flows like it should be something happy. The meter, the cadence and the rhymes were fun, the subject a little down but still very cool.

[S Stone]

Thank you! The inspiration behind the flow was Edgar Allen Poe's "Alone", though with a focus on a struggle with faith rather than loneliness through difference.