Wednesday, March 05, 2008

>>> A curtain of dark mood descends...

... and a poet most dark takes to the stage.

Darkness spreads across the heart
Like poison it splinters to shards
Piercing through and through
The soul bathes in moods most dark
Rage and sorrow intermingles, entwined
Sowing the fields with salt and bones
Visions of Death cross the eyes
There is no peace for the body of self
Misery abhors not the company
Thus is the vast cloak of shadows
Cast over the world that surrounds
My misery made yours and yours mine
The dance of desolate sadness
Sweeps all but darkness before it

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