Swallowing Suns

Strong and Stern, fierce in anger;
Resentful indignation.

Vengeance becomes them;

Giving birth to moons, thrive in darkness,

wombs impregnated by snakes. 

Nothing but shadows;

A void, craving warmth,

cold and hollow, breathless.

Poisoned by tongues, they spoke of love;

Trading angels for demons, hell for heaven,

grabbed by the feet, dragged from above.

Sleep, terror swiftly comes;

Sweet, death's embrace,

sorrow smiles.

Come, damned with open arms;

Weak and broken,

singing to the day, only night remains.

Whimpering, whimper, mother dear...
Curse the child, father lies.
Baptised in blood, feed the flies.

Reviews

[Phillip J Clayton]

Thanks Philip,

I did an entire art show on this poem. It's one of my new favourites, I'm glad you appreciate it.

Cheers!

[Philip Muls]

Angry wording creates a special feel to this poem. Trading angels for demons...strong imagery.

Well done.