The Arrow
...and darkness fell.
The birds nested in silence.
The people retired their day.
The wind never stirred.
The moon never rose.
All was dark.
The sea laid still.
Calmness overtook.
Nothing became everything,
and Love shattered my all,
laying scattered within.
Rage descended,
and
Death dove
down
as swift
and sharp
as the Arrow
for the Kill!
...and darkness fell.
Copyright © Larry Johnson | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment