A Story by The Unknown Sith




The seizure kicks the pupils back like clapping heals clicking to a sick tune,

As the sun out-shined the gloom of the moon above a foreshadowing holy ones tomb,

Nerves bend to the grinding of teeth for the floor only touches the head and heels of feet,

Lurking in a graveyard tattooed with scars of past mistakes it awaits for fate to return what rightfully it’s,

Lips try to whisper last rites but, merely bite like serpents partnered to fist clinch tight,

There’s a light that leads to clarity hidden in this mist that is needed for center when all surroundings are endless cliffs.

Tranquility is chased to the taste of bile, mind running so wild likening to a free spirited child,

through the woods racing like a heart to a sick tune of heels clicking as pupils kick to a seizure of flicking lights under the moon.

Assume in this gloom that fate stands before a holy tomb,

Asking for forgiveness of past mistakes as the serpent lurks in the dark; awaiting.

But forsaken,

For the mist in this graveyard is out-shined by the lord’s light foreshadowing ones soul.

By The unknown sith

© 2016 The Unknown Sith

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Nice rhythm and style, but frankly, I didn't quite get it, except for the last 4 or 5 lines. I'm not much of a poet. I'm trying to be open to new ideas, though, but I'm kinda straightforward and obtuse, so keep on doing what you're doing. The title caught my eye. I've always liked the song 'Outshined' by Soundgarden.

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Added on April 25, 2016
Last Updated on April 25, 2016
Tags: Tomb, forgive, God


The Unknown Sith
The Unknown Sith


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