Horizons shift uneven, when you're down
Silence morphs deadly, it's inhumane stench
~ you're alone, within dark frown
your feeding frenzy unhinged..
And the last rites will rise, behind closed eyes
Filthy up the drinking well, as feeble souls thirst on
Their thin faith will rot, clear sight be blind
Pathetic weep for them in humor, a false guilt of what you've done..
Cry upon them, little sister
Dissolve their escape,on your heart of stone
Reap your misery, until they blister
my fair paradise ~ all hope is gone..
Stoke up fear's, unquenchable fire
Set the "un-restful ones" a chorus
build it up, and out ~ as funeral pyre
forced ~ the purest hearts adore us..
..Leave the clergy a legend to tell
Unchain within them a chaotic riot
so they shall reap amongst themselves
~ beneath Whenitefallz quiet..
And useless limbs shall fall in litter
of the path as mere graffiti
Un-lived vessels shall hit the floor
severed, as should be..
....And when the alleyways are empty
the streets & continents clean
~ You will praise this prophetic reckoning
YOU will bow down to my legion ~ my authority . . . .
A contest entry
- Your best dark poetry. by FeedYourHeadMeg.
750 points, ended June 1, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Darkness Resurrection by Ninth-Poet.
573 points, ended June 24, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Black Magick by Dr Satan.
400 points, ended August 16, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Creatively refreshing!
There is definately not a lack of dark imagery and symbolism. I like how everything flowed in a choas matter as the piece took it shape.
My only question how does the title coorelate to the text?
-Keep the ink flowing!
-Good luck in the contest!!
-Sage of the east -
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"My only question how does the title coorelate to the text?"
Shangri La being the epitome of one's own paradise, oasis - visuals of that most pleasurable, depends on the one's perception of what their shangri La, would be.. And seeing as it was a dark contest - {grin}.. I like that you read this - I love that you asked the question..
Merci Beaucoup,
Whenitefallz. . .
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Pathetic weep for them in humor, at false guilt of what you've done..
Cry upon them, little sister
Dissolve their escape, upon your heart of stone
Reap your misery, until they blister
my fair paradise ~ all hope is gone..
Stoke up the fear's, unquenchable fire
Set the "un-restful ones" a chorus
build it up, and out ~ as funeral pyre
forced ~ the purest hearts adore us..
Leave the clergy a legend to tell
Unchain a chaotic riot
very nice part to this very dark piece.
i liked it well i see the dead line for this contest is over. i wish you good luck in your next piece -
The rhyming in the first 4 lines seem a little off to me, I'm not quite sure why...
Besides that, nice job. I always like a poem that has something to do with religion.
Good luck to you in my contest!
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