"Of Blood that Spilled the Sands of time"

This short poetic story was written by me, just this morning. I must say I was inspired by Emily's poem, The Grim Reaper kid... ... And so I decided to write a heart felt story of mine.

Let us tell a tale;
Of blood that gathered
And lives that were shattered.
Of families that scattered
And of lost souls that mattered.
Let us tell a tale;
However, some foot trailed this ground,
Imprinted within the Sands,
Memories hovering this land;
Let us tell a tale.

Let us tell a tale; Of Evana,
Who was so fair and bright,
Illuminating the nights, like Stars.
Of whom did her evil?
Casting spells against the sons of men;
Seducing them all with her mystery voice.
She was perfect; she was a Siren,
At least until she met Briggs;
Who showed her to the world and even beyond
And unknowingly, she became a cage and his slave
But before she was aware, she was murdered by a knife.

Juanna was moody; beset with gloom,
Filled with hatred and anguish towards Lome.
Lome wasn't a match for her beauty,
But Lome was well wanted and desired.
Juanna was forgotten because she was manic depressive
And then she grew to hate Lome,
But Lome was ever jovial; unsuspecting.
Lome walking with Juanna, smiling at her,
But Juanna who was long gone with hatred and anguish,
Pushed Lome to the ground and broke her neck.
No one suspected; it was dark, silent and eerie.

What about Cecilia?
She was a Preacher's daughter and the Preacher preached about abstinence,
But he was busy unleashing sex with Cecilia; his own daughter.
In the dead of the night; he crawls into Cecilia's room,
Her mama was blind and so unsuspecting.
He raped her and abused her; his own daughter.
Cecilia was only twelve years old and daddy was her secret lover; bed mate.
This remained a secret Untold; a mystery on hold,
At least until Cecilia became pregnant and daddy took her away, killed her and buried her.

Richard wasn't left out, he was an only child,
Always wanting to belong; he belonged.
Your friends will Mar you; his mama always said
And Richard began smoking; Raping little girls.
Mama never acted; she only complained.
He killed a girl and was sued, but mama helped him out; her only child.
Richard and his friends Kevin and Joe grew into tyrants,
Psychopaths, sex offenders and pedophiles.
Mama never acted, at least until he stabbed her in the chest for scolding him at 25 and so she rest in peace.

What about Veno? Abused at six.
Lucy? Abandoned and molested; who became a prostitute.
Vanessa? Locked in an asylum for burning her family alive.
Rebecca? Sold into prostitution because of poverty.
Anna and Gilbert? Who elopes for love sake, but died in a fatal car accident.

The list goes on and on; the story continues.
It all points to one thing; that blood Spilled, lives splits, Souls lost and families shattered.

"Blood Spilled on this Ground"

Ovi Odiete, July 2015.
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WINNER OF THE CONTEST


"AND DARKNESS FALLS"

June 25, 2015 - July 19, 2015


POSITION: 1ST PLACE


TITLE OF AWARD: DESERVES PUBLISHING


"OF BLOOD THAT SPILLED THE SANDS OF TIME"

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Reviews

[Emma]

Great job! As I read your poem it filled me with a shiver and a sort of sadness pricked at my heart. Very moving!
One thing though, your first two verses had a sort of mysterious, flowing quality and then after that the style completely changed. I got more of modern vibe and less of the medieval one that I was getting at first. I'm not sure if you did it purpose, but I felt like it took away from the poem as a whole. It almost seemed to me, as if it was two poems, instead one.
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. :)

Keep up the good writing!

[Ovi-Odiete]

Yeah...thanks so much .
That was my strategy.. .. .. I did it on purpose.

[Emma]

That's great that you did it on purpose. It shows that you had a direction and a plan.
When I write poetry I just write and whatever comes out goes on paper :)

[Ovi-Odiete]

Smiles....... . . .

[Zyle Christian William ..]

I am speechless. What a mind-wrenching work! nicely written, although, i was expecting the entirety of the work to rhyme, the fact that it did not, never took away from the story...wow.

[Ovi-Odiete]

Thank you so much Zyle...
I really appreciate....

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. This poem needs to be read by more people. Powerful expression of words and thoughts. The story in the poem left the reader with sadness and wanting to know more. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[-inactive now-]

Epic.
Your poem flowed well. It told a very sad tale about a vicious cycle of violence and abuse. One that is sadly, the reality for many millions of people on this earth...
I'm not the greatest when it comes to critiquing or reviewing poetry, but I can say with certainty that yours is very good and I will read more of it :)

[Ovi-Odiete]

Wow, Josiah..
I am Short of words....
Thank you...

[Pushkar Prabhat]

sad tale of evils committed by men...,.....
humanity always unsuspecting.......
awesome writinq
i loved it!!!
:)

[Ovi-Odiete]

Thank you very much.......