My demons come out when the moon is full,
Twisting,
Writhing,
The old nightmares brought forth.
They tie me to this land of dreams,
As the pale silver glows lights up my aged horrors.
I count down the nights,
Dreading that twenty-eighth moonlight,
When that globe is full.
It will always return.
It will always haunt me.
Each month my hopes are shattered,
My visions ignite,
My eyes are forced shut, and the suffocation of darkness takes over.
I walk in the path of the dead,
Of Morrigan of the graves and tombs.
I see the true horrors that lie behind the veil of reality.
Decay.
Destruction.
The flesh that clings to my touch;
The frantic moans, their hungry cries.
Death comes upon me when the moon is full.
It waits, patiently, for my descent into my own inner hell.
It's rotted hands etch into my skin.
I cannot fight;
The visions, they consume.
Will it never end?
It wraps it's hooks around my mind.
The fear peaks.
I cannot scream;
I cannot lash out for safety.
There is none in this hellish dreamland.
My only release...
Eyes flutter open,
A trill of laughter echoes upon my senses;
Death has released it's grip upon me once again.
My only release, not by my hand.
Death's own little game,
A warning of where my soul truly belongs.
I walk in the path of the dead;
For though my flesh is alive,
My core is cold, jagged and sharp.
I am nothing,
Death contained within pulsing veins.
I am His wearied soldier,
An advocate of tainted life,
An exhausted soul crumbling in this shell.
Is it what little faith I have left in this fight
That which makes his claws dig deeper?
A punishment for my hesitation;
The pain I wish release from?
I am the balance once swayed to darkness,
Now longing for peace in the soothing rays of dawn.
I am your Devil's one regret.
I am no angel
But I pray all the same.
Please, hide me from these sins I've made
Hold His wrath at bay
Take this rotted soul I keep
Release me from my demonic ways.
Author notes
Trying out something new, a new subject that fascinates me.
What if everything wasn't as black and white, good and evil as we all thought it to be, but all just shades of gray? What if sin, the demons that stay hidden, had regrets of their own? What if our pains were merely a reflection of their own?
Just a new spin on the classic evils... I wanted to give them more human qualities, I suppose, as my demons were once human. Why would there emotions fade with their deaths? I see no reason for that.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I wonder if it isnt all shades of gray myself. I enjoyed every minute of this write. Its timing is good too since Halloween lurks right around the corner!
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I've always seen things in more of shades of grey, I don't think anybody is purely good or pureley evil, not even demons or angels. We all have regrets and emotions that cloud our judgement. Your poem depicts this very well. Your words are creative and jump out at the reader. I've always been fasinated by things dealing with heaven, hell, god, demons, all of that, and you have shown these things very well. Great job.
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I like the way you've taken this piece and reading your author notes it helps to clarify a few things. It's an interesting perspective looking at the demons, imagining their regrets ... I could look at this poem and write a 3000 word essay on it ... such is the subject matter! Thanks so much for pepping me up with this one!!
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