Steve Voorhees Poet Free verse

I Saw Her Black Wings

Following behind ,
         closely lurking...
... shadowy likeness made in your image 
Trapsing on your footsteps,
         mirroring your movement
Dampness drips in this alleyway...
  ...stagnant stench of depravity
Guilty faces looking up to welcome your entrance.
Queen of these wretched wrongs.
   Ruling with Malevolent mirth.
Embracing the pain like a newborn...
   ...cooing it to grow and damage
This likeness suites you well

Eyes black searching...
  ...finding a sinful string to strum
Playing chaotic to a tainted mass.
Heads swaying to your misleading melody....
    ...humbly humming wretched choir
The Queen's court serenades to symphony
         ...Conducting their obedience 
                 ...creating harmonious harm

The clouds hang low...
      ...darkly raining on your crown
Hands raised,  palms up...
       ...basking in this storm you made
The drops amass to puddle at your feet...
         ...Reflecting true form 
Your black wings show
In rippled water below

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Amy Van De Casteele January 25, 2009 at 2:37 AM This is beautiful. I love dark poetry (as you can probably tell hehe) and this is gorgeous. The imagery, the pace, everything...it's the kind of poem I want to be able to write. Great job. love, Amy

Alana Tye January 16, 2009 at 8:06 AM Now I know what you mean when you asked if I saw that she devil in my mind, too. :P Your whole word usage is just absolutely mesmerizing. For a moment, I thought I felt the her black feathered wings wrapping around me......then I realized it was the dog leaning against me wanting attention :P Haha! Awesome write! Cheers, Alana

Derrick Burton January 15, 2009 at 2:58 PM this is another going into the fovorites. really enjoyed readng this powerful poetry. when we are in pain we tend to write better, alot of great poets were like this, they also wrote long poetry. If a person will take the time and read a book then theyll read a long poem. enjoyed this and have a blessed day.