The rolling waves of thunder,
crash against the velvet black sky
Moonlight only softly showing,
through deep dark clouds
Love in my right hand,
in the shape of a blood drenched rose
Sanity in the other,
though it only a single raindrop
Hours burn and ache,
lightning crashing down around me
Rain falling ever harder,
wash the sanity slowly from my hand
I howl at the moon,
hoping its wisdom will guide me
This time to no avail,
darkness has it clutched in it's death grip
Falling to my knees,
dilapidated and defeated
Drenched to the very essence,
wanting, nay needing to break free
A single star shines through the clouds,
piercing light upon my right hand
Blood washing away from love's bloom,
all that remains is a rose
...and the thorn embedded in my hand,
~the night becomes my mistress~
A contest entry
- Night Write by Deceits Tears.
1250 points, ended June 13, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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I love this poem..
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I loved the imagery In this piece, thankyou for your entry
Good Luck to you
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what a depth ypou have in the words and how beautifual and wonderful immages you have shared in the great poetic venture here..well done..
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Very dark indeed! Your words are rich in detail and imagery. Very well written, best of luck in the contest
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