Sunday, 3 March 2013

The Dark Father - My latest work based on a comment from one of my Booksie.com fns who calls me this name.

This poem is based on a comment from one of my Booksie.com fans who calls me this name. Please Enjoy!
 
"The DARK Father"
 

The dark chrysalis of rebirth
Glows with decadent desire
As I look upon a parched earth
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The silver steaks of lightening
Like brush strokes on a canvas
As I am jolted into awakening
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Sunlight dappled as through leaves
Blowing in the mornings yawn
Offering a sacrifice as humanity grieves
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I awaken fully to a midnight hue
That is both dark and beautiful
In the presence of my followers few
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As I stretch the sinews, muscle and bone
They crack like a thunderous orchestra
Awaiting arrival at my conductors throne
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The faces of many who smile at my vision
Are blinded by their stupidity and awe
As I stride outward on my war of attrition
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A war with the keepers of unending night
For my place at the head of unearthly mire
Against The worshipers of caring angelic light
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I am the symphonic reason for silence
I am the harbinger of disease and blight
I am the smell of death and pestilence
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I am "The Dark Father"