Dire

The violent appeasement Right on those shackles
Sickle on the old box and heart all that
Muddled
The rampage and the shadow
Right in the meadow
Every bit of that smile
Rift in the gallows
Ruthless..shapeless wolves all snurls
They ran like some sick boars
But got killed in that farm
The sword did ripped of their lungs and
Blood soacked the sun
Nightangles sang in the castle of the doom
Lillies were bright but the lilacs never bloomed
Roses were whimsically singing their sonnets
The rignlets with their vivid wings did some ballats
The raven horse neighed
Roped on the chariot
Galloping in the terreins
Where deads are in riot..
The gateway of the chapels
We're guarded by those cherub
The sly treacherous serpent might
Betray the and outcast
Ranging cathredals with chants and choirs
The big black bird now landing in the dusts....

Landing in the dusts
Landing in the dusts

Reviews

[DIVYA]

I love the darkness and the vivid imagery that takes me to this fascinating and chaotic world. You write of it with such beauty..

[Saraswati]

Your review matters a lott..thanx a lott

[DIVYA]

You’re welcome....

[Diabolicalbeard]

Very interesting poem makes me ponder deep

[Saraswati]

Thank you.your review matters!!!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

A poetical exploring of bad consequences creatively presented! Dire indeed the imagery and wordplay within your text - Armageddon in nature, making a poignant read. Very interesting... :-)

[Saraswati]

Thank you..your review means a lott :)