A Darkness That Waits
From a deep chasm of sorrow I write,
and although shattered- silken is my pen;
from this abyss my written words seek light,
varnished words- I pen again and again.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
With dawn comes the mockery and taunting,
so vicarious to my fragile soul;
horrid insults thrown forever haunting,
yet, my written in blood sleek lines- still stole.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
It is my impetus, my sweet ardor,
I adorn, beautify- then garland drape;
with spiritual strength I work harder,
and carefully written feelings take shape.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
I exult with pride- overjoyed with me,
for I write for me and I have rapture;
rejoicing in word opulence with glee,
my "poetic pen"- no one can capture.
There is an evil that hates,
a darkness that waits.
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August 15, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Darkness That Waits
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1052-338-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge - 8
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
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