Hells Garden

Hells Garden

A man never bound to any limits, faiths vision of being gifted.

Embraced by the darkest corner of the night.

A closet full of masks, each lie runs deep,

twisted in blood and an unfaithful acts.

A sinister laugh,an enjoyment of torment while he walk his predestined path.

A sorrow in the wind with dancing leaf, calms his mind,

as he wishes the performance would never leave.

He follows the shallow wind ever so, as he hears a faint voice calling.

Final destination "Hells garden."

Devils dance preformed by those only known as fallen.

Intrigues he's very core, lustful, yet their eyes cries.

This night of darkest night,

fire flies illuminates the starless sky.

A realization of his prison that he couldn't leave

he enters a room by his own creation,

a sight only seen in his dream.

He patiently awaits....For the voice to take shape.

Author's Note

Prelude to the poem/story of Nightmare of passion.
Fingers crossed for half as great reviews i got from Nightmare of passion

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

An intriguing piece with excellant imagery in it. Nice work.

[Empty Spaces]

well if nightmare of passion is as good as this im going to check it out :)

[~VertoAtrum~]

With all the metaphors, it's a little hard to find the main subject of this, even if it is just an intro. Still, it was interesting.

[jamal]

thanks for you review man :) it's helpful for future poems!

[autopsychick0110]

I love the intensity and the mystery of the poem. It was written perfectly so that I wanted to keep reading. I can't think of anything else that this poem needs. Good job!!

[jamal]

Im glad you find it a good read, thanks for takeing the time to read it! :)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing Jamal...:)

[jamal]

Thank you Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)