Abyss

Abyss

Every hour, amidst distant lands, 

darkness descends on frail terrains of blasphemy.

while revered echelons commences march for sanctity,

vehement winds intrigues their grit unceasingly.

Even the ordained edifices standing tall, 

on the crevices of parched land,

willsoon be amassed by the pagans,

that many prophecies have defied.

Many righteous are inhibited,

by fear of morbidity destined in time.

while few of the seers with their bleak sounds,

threatening the assault of profane night.

Even runnels now are repleted with gore,

and cadavers are withering in this abysmal land

Abruptly, the chasm of forlonness unfolds,

abridging the masquerade of death with time.

Reviews

[☯]

This poem is like as if I'm actually walking through a dark alley, seeing these things on the side and between cracks. I feel that the darkness and description gave it depth. Loved it! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words made the poem a pleasure to read. I like the flow of the story in the poem. The strong statements create some wild visions. No weakness in this poem. Thank you for a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[DearSweetAgony]

This poem brings forth thoughts that I never gave the time of day. I really loved the last stanza it tied this poem perfectly together. Flawless job, I loved it!

[Lily Mae]

Dark and intense.. very interesting.. a walk on the dark side and more.xx

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a dark poem that speaks of false prophets and a lost world that has embraced the darker side of life. I love the twisted descriptions and the eerie feeling this piece carries.