The Sight

The night weaves magic 

That flurries with ire 

With it's sonorous voice 

It booms out a message 

Meant for all who can hear 

A message of doom 

A message of terror 

A message that all will remember 

Children cry out in fright 

Cling to their mothers 

In a pale sweaty frenzy 

Racked with tremors 

All through the night 

However with a hideous cackle 

The magic fades away 

Pushed back by the 

Onslaught of the sun 

A symbol of hope 

And new beginnings  

Matching the rise of dawn 

Relief flooded through innocent faces 

But hesitance to believe 

The danger was gone

Remained unquestioned 

And rightfully so 

For each night after 

Brought forth a new horror 

A new dream 

To fill their nights 

And haunt their days 

And each nightmare 

Each magic vision 

Turned true 

A miscarriage  

A murder 

A torn up family 

Over and over these visions repeat 

Over and over the children grieve 

The children remember 

Their eyes have been opened 

To all that is tragic 

But blinded to all that is beautiful 

Reviews

[Aehr]

wow. just plain wow.

[MOON]

Great imagery , sad too the things children are exposed to the nightmares.

[Rhea752]

thank you :)

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

I love the expressions. Overall, a very eloquent poem.

[Rhea752]

Thanks :D

[Tai Ryens]

Lovely imagery with a dream-like environment to it. Astounding; how you are still able to capture such vivid imagery of a child's imagination at your teenage years.

[Rhea752]

I think it just says something about the mental state of my mind :P

[Heromen Selena]

Dreams can be the most powerful thing in a child's mind. This is amazing. Keep up the good work!

[Rhea752]

Thank You :)

[Steven Cash]

wow......... nice