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"