Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

The Devils Riddle

The Devils Riddle


Dark is the night
Dark is the soul
Dark is the heart that used to glow

Empty are the rainbows falling from the skies
Empty of the spirits when the darkness flies by
Empty is the treasure chest of dreams long gone

Tombs hold secrets of mysteries past
Tombs hold the dark to ensure it will endure
Tombs full of treasures are barren at last

Stones are grey in silence they sit
Stones are markers of the dark run amiss
Stones look up to overcast skies



   death looks down, the final curtain call
   smirks and winks, I will soon have you all
   dark and empty you shall soon be enslaved
   to the mysteries of dark empty ways
   there is no final place that you shall rest



emoH the angel of death has declared
“oN graves the trumpets play as I shall sing”

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M. L. Kiser October 28, 2014 at 3:31 PM I can feel its steel grip now. A great poem.

Kj Force October 23, 2014 at 12:02 PM Arthur...well as sad as it is..you told the truth..hiding from life or death has no options...well written...kj

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser October 20, 2014 at 10:27 AM love the comparison.. :) always superb write!// olive eloisa

Robert Lindley October 11, 2014 at 5:37 PM Death is a void my friend. No light , no hope. Not unless one sought and found Salvation before passing on. Your imagination sings with your pen my friend. A very solid 7 for this great write and congrats on it being Poem of the Week!!

Carolyn Devonshire October 7, 2014 at 1:26 PM Dear Arthur, you capture the dark sense of death so well in your poem. Indeed, it is "the final curtain call." Great analogy here. Congratulations on having your poem featured as "Poem of the Week." Love, carolyn

Billy Jones October 6, 2014 at 5:32 PM this one makes pictures in my mind, sort of stuff they used to write songs in the late 60's, loved this!

Eileen Manassian October 6, 2014 at 1:20 PM You are a genius...Poe...reincarnated? Congrats on being Poem of the Week with this dark piece. Hugs

Casarah Nance October 6, 2014 at 12:37 PM i get it now baby, YOU ARE A GENIUS! :) hugsxxx

Maurice Yvonne October 6, 2014 at 3:18 AM I also faved this one. Favs are important it is what moves our poems on to the Best Poems lists and moves them up those lists. Therefore it gets us more exposure and more reads for our poems.

Maurice Yvonne October 6, 2014 at 3:11 AM What were you saying about Canadians. CONGRATULATIONS POEM OF THE WEEK.

Tim Smith October 5, 2014 at 1:13 PM Poem of the week.... Home, No graves while you sing....cheers Tim Smith October 5, 2014 at 1:36 PM I got the no home part....lol Arthur Vaso October 5, 2014 at 1:31 PM Thanks Tim, the answer is No Homested , start from bottom to top!

Gary Bateman October 5, 2014 at 9:02 AM Arthur, Congratulations my friend on a job very well done!! I will mark this one as a favorite. I enjoy the dark pieces, but in the end the power and light of God will shine through. Best Wishes, Gary

Shadow Hamilton October 4, 2014 at 6:31 PM superb Arthur ty for visiting my page hugs

Casarah Nance October 3, 2014 at 6:11 AM I'm scratching my head at the puzzle, but I am intrigued with the content. Very well said poet, I am inspired to write something dark for you now, its been awhile. Hugsxxx Arthur Vaso October 3, 2014 at 9:41 PM Thanks Cas, and great site!!!

Arthur Vaso October 2, 2014 at 10:53 PM Cas, let me know if you figure this one out!!!

Daniel Human October 2, 2014 at 10:06 PM Well done. I like your form as well. D. Arthur Vaso October 3, 2014 at 9:41 PM Thank you Daniel, much appreciated!!