A dark light breeches jagged horizon
I, Apollo, stand poised as vengence burns
Hands tremble in black anticipation
A throat, a target,a crimson-stained prize
call it what you may
Fingers of flame lick hungrily your black heart
'Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord'
not this day dear Shepard, I shall taste blood
the life force of the one shall flow
mercy escapes me
From my celestial house I have watched you
My burning eyes seize your wretched movements
With this dawn a grave cold chill will envelope
Tendrels of omnipresent hate will fill your nostrils
deny your carrion lungs
I shall twist you as a child's doll within my grasp
Watching your eyes become as lifeless grey stone
My wrathful face, becomes your last visage of life
Supping upon your shriveled heart brings cruelest smile
licking my ravenous lips
Your soul consumed and offered up in foulest breath
Pitious hulk of flesh oozes upon my coal black boots
Kicking your filth, your bones scatter to barren wastes
Now all that remains of you are shrouded memories
I shall erase those too
Complete, final, you are no more, my evicerated pet
You made the hearts and souls of innocents convulse
you are now my discarded plaything, a forgotten toy
I served upon you that which you dealt with leaden hand
bones to dust, dust to oblivion
Take heed oh wretched masses, hear my decree and law
take not the soul of another as your dark amusement
defilement of the pure never goes unrewarded soul stealer
Your judgement comes nigh upon an ethereal arctic wind
Destruction painfully imminant
I am vengeance, I am poetic justice, I am the harbinger of
balance
I am Dark Apollo, your dawn of undoing
I, Apollo, stand poised as vengence burns
Hands tremble in black anticipation
A throat, a target,a crimson-stained prize
call it what you may
Fingers of flame lick hungrily your black heart
'Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord'
not this day dear Shepard, I shall taste blood
the life force of the one shall flow
mercy escapes me
From my celestial house I have watched you
My burning eyes seize your wretched movements
With this dawn a grave cold chill will envelope
Tendrels of omnipresent hate will fill your nostrils
deny your carrion lungs
I shall twist you as a child's doll within my grasp
Watching your eyes become as lifeless grey stone
My wrathful face, becomes your last visage of life
Supping upon your shriveled heart brings cruelest smile
licking my ravenous lips
Your soul consumed and offered up in foulest breath
Pitious hulk of flesh oozes upon my coal black boots
Kicking your filth, your bones scatter to barren wastes
Now all that remains of you are shrouded memories
I shall erase those too
Complete, final, you are no more, my evicerated pet
You made the hearts and souls of innocents convulse
you are now my discarded plaything, a forgotten toy
I served upon you that which you dealt with leaden hand
bones to dust, dust to oblivion
Take heed oh wretched masses, hear my decree and law
take not the soul of another as your dark amusement
defilement of the pure never goes unrewarded soul stealer
Your judgement comes nigh upon an ethereal arctic wind
Destruction painfully imminant
I am vengeance, I am poetic justice, I am the harbinger of
balance
I am Dark Apollo, your dawn of undoing
Author notes
This is a fantasy alter ego. Good men dream what evil men do. To see the wretched behavior of one to another is sickening. If for just once we all had a dark avenger, an anti-hero. A harbinger of vengance to tip the scales. I am vengeance, I am Apollo. ~red~
Written May 22nd, 2004
A contest entry
- Show Me Your Shadow by RedRibbons.
300 points, ended May 30, 2004, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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EXCELLENT
IF only!!!
I sense the expression of both an internal and external voice (if that makes any sense LOL)...the emotional internal voice that knows right from wrong that drives the external voice to assertiveness. The metaphors, word choice and visuals are top-notch and wicked in a good way. I love your concept of "a harbinger of vengance to tip the scales". Overall presentation - EXCELLENT
~Kathy
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very differen.t..i saw the title and immediately thought of event horizon, for some reason..neways..the poem was interesting if nothing else...not my style..but i enjoyed it..well done
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i am a lil confused but it reaches the standards it is darka nd pretty damn demented lol! i liekd it great write u ahve such a love for words i love that! good luck in my contest! ~Celia~
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wow! very powerful! i felt the motion and felt the power! icredible! cant get enough of it, keep up the good work!
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WOW. Incredible poem. I'm in awe of your choice of words, everything is so.. vivid. I love mythology, and this was definitely an interesting take on things.
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very powerful. i love the mythological theme and the powerful wording. incredible imagery too. very vivid and with good flow. nice work.
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Guilty
hm, not really my kind of poetry but otherwise it was a good write. -
Delicious
Wow... very awesome write. The voice of God is very harsh in your opinion, I like it... fire and brimstone is what makes religion fun
Excellent write, I could practically feel the power and strength radiating out of this. Keep it up!
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