Onyx
Wings black as midnight draw back
from infernos façade
Secret devices sharp,
keen of talons and man-made MAW
EYES; Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at the heart,
sleek silence across an industrial park.
A Golghota of wasted landscapes
of dark homes dirty secrets
die in shadowy shallow pools lit by starlight.
Silky silence of doom gleam
something slithers slides
ruination in its wake
it knows the deepest
Darkest Hidden things
In all of our lives.
As a shadow, it glides across
those who are foolish enough to witness...
It drives burning engines
Of our known deepest pride.
It’s wings are of Raven claw
in Hue and Design
Sharp black onyx with a hint
of Crimson at its core.
Give the devil its do,
Keen as a razor, it cuts our silent eyes
his thoughts
his regrets
His desire.
IT is so very much more,
it watches form time
Waits in the home…
A heart, Onyx and black.
IT rages, willing for war
the anger
the hate
IT rips and it BOARS
in the shadows of man
It Cover the darkest of lands
the silver shade of silence.
The massacre of innocence
Infernal devices turn as onyx wings burn Black
They draw back from an intricate façade
talons razored keen wired for flight.
As Scarlet, pumpkin fire orange at its heart
it knows all and lays waste to sanity
to reap when it desires.
Golghota of wasted city-scapes,
of dark dirty secrets
in all of our hearts
all of our homes
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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