The Muse of the Dead

Despair rises behind the pyramid of pleasure.

Powerfully grasping the last bit of dim light, 

For horror is blessed with the sun's rapid arrow.

Crushing shadows of mystery where beauty hides no harm

And revenge is the demon of those crucifying their belonging.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you write dear Andreea.
"Despair rises behind the pyramid of pleasure."
The above lines. Some of us seek pleasure and with every taste. Need more and more till we find our darkness. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote