A Poem by Kenneth Smoot

In the darkest cloud you are light

In the lightest day you are shadow

You’ve come to me and returned with my soul in hand

Forgive me if I’m scared.

You are the storm in the quietest day

And a peaceful whisper in the loudest night

Your words are silence, your movements are still

Your eyes are void, your hands are kindred honey.

A sweetness of a rose, a prick of a thorn

All of this follows you and your essence is filled with it

Upon a heart’s desire, burning flesh

Livid with zest, crumbling scorn.

Your mark has made me

A queen is crowned

Wings spread high

You are a queen of the wasteland.

© 2012 Kenneth Smoot

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A nice poem. Enjoyable read.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Kenneth Smoot

8 Years Ago

Thank you!
Sami Khalil

8 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)

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Added on October 10, 2012
Last Updated on October 10, 2012
Tags: poetry, dark, occult, spiritual, metaphor, magick, magical, Wicca, Pagan, Witchcraft


Kenneth Smoot
Kenneth Smoot


I love writing about things having to do with witchcraft and the supernatural, I'm inspired by gay romance and erotica, and I love fantasy/sci-fi. Right now I'm working on a story about a guy named.. more..

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