A Dark Deal

A Dark Deal

A Poem by Warren L.G De Mills

  Hollow halls lead to

Dark Salvation

  Sanguine pacts paint

Pallets in red

  As these voices lead 

To the broad road

  As these signs direct

To a dead end


  Like flies to open wounds

They eat me alive

  Like vultures to the carcass

They feed on my flesh

  Like silence after laughter

Suspense then thought

   Like savages of the seven seas

They gnaw and chew me


  The owls in the trees look on

With discerning eyes

  As this portrait is made on

A canvas of flesh

  My bones are the brushes

My blood, the paint

  An unflinching self sacrifice

To appease the saints


   The sun's embrace seems distant

   Here in the thicket of the woods

   Under the shadow of the trees

   I embrace this moss covered stone

   Disturbed by my distorted image

   Reflected in puddles of my own blood

   Scribble down my last words

   This sacrifice was my own intention

   This bargain was made for you....

   

© 2011 Warren L.G De Mills


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i just loved those two entry lines,
this is just awesome!

Posted 9 Years Ago


absolutley gorgeous


Posted 9 Years Ago


Dark and rustic imagery. I really liked the atmosphere you created.

Posted 9 Years Ago


very dark with macabre imagery. disturbing really. however, a good poem is one that makes a strong impact on the reader. great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A nicely flowed piece that really makes the reader re-read and think, well done, good read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Beautifully written and expressed.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Such a great allegory. I was intrigued by the form, the 3 first stanzas being so coordinated and then facing the last one. Really great wordings

Posted 9 Years Ago


I can just imagine Jesus thinking this to himself, when he's in the garden and begging God to provide another way for Salvation--according to the Bible, his merely mortal heart was pumping so hard with sheer stress, the weight of the world on his shoulders, that he sweat blood out his pores while he was praying that. "This bargain was made for you"--he loved the human race that much, didn't he? Always astounding that he would; God's love (the very existence of God's love) is a continual miracle, just in the fact that we were granted it in the first place. If you think this world has no "signs" or miracles, all you need to do is look at that, and reconsider :))

Posted 9 Years Ago


A dark deal indeed

Posted 9 Years Ago


it paints an image in your mind. lovely

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Port -Of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago



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