Jul 2017
The darkness in my soul.
To mask the despair, malice, and agony.
Falling away into the unforgiving darkness.
To be a more desirable darkness than the one before.
Superior to all that has ever been done before.
To hearing the ancient banshee’s cry.
To a high born blood’s death.
Whom will die.
A casket be filled.
Tears.
To many fiery tears do fall, heated, smoking, white-hot do they fall.
Soul and heart navigate a stormy, frenzied current.
A torrent of pain traversing the bruised and damaged cosmos.
Terrified, petrified of the dark.
Malignant sprites, demons that plague the fearful.
Nightfall shadows that wail.
By scarletrose
date: 7-19-17
To mask the despair, malice, and agony.
Falling away into the unforgiving darkness.
To be a more desirable darkness than the one before.
Superior to all that has ever been done before.
To hearing the ancient banshee’s cry.
To a high born blood’s death.
Whom will die.
A casket be filled.
Tears.
To many fiery tears do fall, heated, smoking, white-hot do they fall.
Soul and heart navigate a stormy, frenzied current.
A torrent of pain traversing the bruised and damaged cosmos.
Terrified, petrified of the dark.
Malignant sprites, demons that plague the fearful.
Nightfall shadows that wail.
By scarletrose
date: 7-19-17
if you want to see the full scale of what i did with this poem please visit scarlet rose dragon at www.facebook.com( through the use of pictures and the use of powerpoint).
