From the shadows of black
Come forth the whispers—
Secrets that tighten the slack;
Beady eyes; a scarlet red,
Upon the pedestal of life
Dances the gremlin
Who devours the light
From the hands of children,
Crying out in sheer misery
Blinded by divine terror
As the night fills with agony
And they scream
But scream alone—
Defined by the solemn ones,
As something never to be known
Nonetheless, there they stand
Blood raining from their hollowed eyes
And rusty nails in their hands,
Hair matted and clotted
Red spots on white skin
Souls of the emptiest meaning—
Like the nothing within
Still they stand
Author notes
Just a twisted poem. I guess. I haven't been writing a lot lately.
Written May 27th, 2005
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Thanks for your comments, and just for you, I'll keep writing.
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Like always, I'm blown away. This is just so wonderful. I love the ending. It was so powerful and breathtaking. It kind of filled me with hope. It made me think, even though all of this bad shit happened everyone is still standing. Great write, never stop writing, ever.
Always and Forever,
~Kendal
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