Seth Callaghan Poet Free verse

Transition To Death - Part I

Visions of a life unseen,
Moments that vanish before thee,
Life progresses and I'm left behind,
Death a transition of life foreseen.

Today you're here,
Tomorrow never seems to be,
Instances of life and death,
Raven of the night take flight and away!

Death is calm and precise,
Steady and obscure as the night,
Pulling strings behind the veil,
Pulling me under into the shade.

Thy soul shall not awake,
A tomb is now your room,
Name engraved into stone,
And a raven rests above your tomb.

Be silent, be still,
Believe, be free,
Oh, raven, 
Take me where the shadows grieve.

SC, July 10, 2017

In memory of my uncle † (June 22, 2017) †

10th place in the JULY PREMIERE CONTEST sponsored by Brian Strand

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John Lawless July 14, 2017 at 8:28 AM nice walk through the canyons of your mind Sek....well done Seth Callaghan July 16, 2017 at 2:46 PM Thank you for reading me, cheers mate. - SC

Gregory Richard Barden July 13, 2017 at 8:52 PM I am very fond of dark poetry, and this is wonderfully-penned, Sek. For me, going to those difficult and often painful places, facing those fears, and turning them into something beautiful, is not only cathartic, but very healing and freeing. Some people think it's just about evil and depression, but that is WAY off the mark, in my humble opinion. Very pleased that Brian saw the beauty in this as well! Really enjoyed this, and congrats on the win fav-ing this one! :-) Seth Callaghan July 13, 2017 at 9:08 PM Thanks for your comment, Greg. I didn't even now I was a winner, congrats on "Sway" as well. Reading it right now. I'm trying to get more into dark poetry, I love the scenery one can get to. I believe as well that is a common misconception when it comes to dark poetry, people believe one is depressed or its saving up a lot of darkness inside, when reality differs. Appreciate your words, Greg.

Charlie Smith July 10, 2017 at 7:53 AM Death of a loved one always gives us pause to reflect on our own mortality, good write Sek. Seth Callaghan July 13, 2017 at 9:05 PM Thank you for taking the time to read me. Appreciate the gesture. - SC