I.
"Do you truly know
what you ask of me?"
he asks in serious baritone.
The words seem
tired, as though eons
of mistreatment
flay shreds of
flesh and fur-
grazing teeth
upon my larynx
and nape of neck.
"yes," response applies
the pressure slight
of those incisors
and curved canines.
Trust is shown.
II.
Bearing the full
weight of encumbrance,
astride his lap-
brave or foolish
my onus of resolute
calm reassurance
indigo stars from his
hematite gaze bear
tides of iniquity-
mixed scent of pine
and wood chips.
solecism hangs heavy
'pon his breath,
culpability of rebirth
knowing the change
will leave fresh eyes
to see, new senses
awakened-
to the forest floor
running with purpose...
the fold, my fylgia
tears away misguidance
from the flesh-
imbues new discerning
strips away doubt
streams of conscious
running in rivulets-
down..
down...
"Lay down, you must stay here."
shoved into restlessness,
somnolence disturbed.
III.
dream-
no sooner fallen- shoved
into the state of rapid eye,
the horns of the train,
the bells- jangling
crossroads, flashing,
bearing their wails...
dreaded true test
of fight or flight
tied to the crossroads-
tension flips to terror
loosen, bite the ropes
quickly, quickly-
awaken to wreckage
sleep is my tomb
have to get out,
this place- so twisted
Stumbling- I look up
to the diamond array
of cold void beauty
and see someone stare
that eye of yellow-
the half squint of wolf eye
bearing down 'pon its prey
or perhaps the Alpha
watching over me...
Calm-
it brings recalled lesson...
my song echoes eerily,
as no human could ever imitate.
Author notes
A cleaned up and revised version of the original. I hope this is better.
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- Dark, Despair, Doom by MaddCuppyCake.
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Haunting and mystical write. I normally bore myself to death with long poems. But your work got me tangled in your moon rays. I enjoyed the imagery you crafted and told a story. Well done. Thank you for sharing.
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Very strong imagery and a powerful piece. For me it was just too long and the complexity of the words can can make the poem difficult to follow. However I still think you have done a good job.
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wow this is a very muderous poem here and this captured me
solecism hangs heavy
'pon his breath,
culpability of rebirth
knowing the change
will leave fresh eyes
to see, new senses
awakened-
to the forest floor
running with purpose...
a complete theatre classic loved it
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Thank you
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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aw wow a brillant poem I love your imagery and depth of emotions throughout thank you for sharing
maralisa
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