Traveler's talons tore torrents, rivers of red,
Like words without wisdom that seldom were said.
And anguished amorettos, damned into the dark,
Turned and twisted
Like light from sharpening sparks.
But the wraiths there released were more than the man
Who carved into corpses, who begun the began.
Shattered saints turned to torture as the blade that they bade
Cut a crevice even evil could never evade.
Sweat soaked service to those buried and gone,
Was all the assurance that love did live on.
But Traveler's blood, too tainted to taste,
Had morphed moonlight to Marra
I can never escape.
Author notes
Part 4 in the Whiskey and Lead Series.
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a good write. I will read more soon as I have time. I have been busy on a book. thank you for reviewing me
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The beginning feels more like the end in this poem with its intense dark and morbid theme. The alliteration, rhythm and rhyme carry it well from the start through to conclusion though. Dark and macabre poetry isn’t really a genre I read on a regular basis but there are many writers here who would enjoy this work. I wonder where the whisky and lead come in?
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Familiarity with John Connolly, a fiction writer from your side of the pond, I believe, would help in deciphering the meaning both to the series and to the individual works. The entire Whiskey and Lead series is a poetic interpretation of works which orient mainly around the struggle between good and evil, applied through the characters in the books. If you choose to check them out start with Every Dead Thing, the first in the relevant series. They are a little dark, but I think you'll find the writing to be of an uncommon caliber.
I choose Whiskey and Lead as the name for the series because of the implications of the concepts. Whiskey, a bringer of an altered state, and lead (as in, bullets) a final determination, are reflections of themes prevalent in the books, if in a slightly different form.
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