-Silence… … (Everywhere)
Colours are not colours today
Only dark shadows appear
Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world
A dark day is today-
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I arrive at the house of the bearded man
Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends
But today I must visit him
I must!
I push the wooden doors forward
They are thick and heavy
I use two hands
The day is wet
The wood is damp.
My thin black sole hits the marble floor
Like a perfect ice cube
It is cold and smooth.
My feet move one in front of the other
I am walking (I don’t know how)
Empty
The building and I
Echoing footsteps
Echoing breath
A forest of pews lay before me
Brown, old and cracked
It is a long walk
But I reach the end of the forest
And I sit
I am uncomfortable
I am alone
I stare at a long box in front of me
A box with chrome handles on the side
It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday
Such boxes are filled with surprises
But not this box
No – not this box
In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains
I watch as it disappears
It is gone
The box is gone
You are gone…
As my lips turn dark red
It looks like lips of blood
It’s so sweet and taste
And yet it’s turns dark red
As he lie there dying
I only thing I can think
Is that my lips are dark red
From the blood running from the neck
To the blood on my lips
I knew I did something wrong
Yet my lips look like blood
Into the beautiful grey twilight
As I descended from above
That raven dress, those raven hair
Delicate white shoulders held those straps
My form perfect innocence...
Overlooking the chiselled tombstones
As I gazed..... into the realm of death
In the darkness of the grave
I spied utter peace.......?
No visions, no hopes, no tears
Only the cold tombstone and me
The souls I mean to carry!!!!!!!!
Flying like those ravens
Huddled in my arms these spirits so sweet
Thick fog settles down
As I reach beyond death
To foretell the Dark Truth
That sad humanity must ultimately feel
Death comes a calling
Bringing with her dark beauty
Chilling and exquisite
Like an owl’s screech-------
Or passing wolf’s howl...
In these grey shadows and darkened cavern
I remain still, to hear the sweet sound
Of flowing river which must stop at sea
The ravens crow my silent musings away
I free the souls, the elements rage
As morning breaks over the hills...
By-Tahera Mannan
Contest-Among the Dead
Sponsored by-Constance La France ~The Rambling Poet~
Corvus corax with croaking cries
Why look at me with one black eye?
Your presence here I’d not request
What seek you in black splendidness?
Why perch you there on bended bough
Hid beneath your feathery shroud?
Why stare at me with solemn bent
Why do you croak a dark lament?
Begone! Dark shiny messenger
Sound your dirgeful hymn elsewhere.
But still it perched unmoved in tree
And now both eyes transfixed on me.
Unfolded wings that made no sound
The visitor alight to ground
And plucked an iris growing near
I knew right then its purpose here.
The woods speak her name
Silently yet audible
Like the whispering of
The thin air within
The darkness of the forest
A message they seem to deliver
For the dark lord is on his way
To avenge the heavenly torture
She say's the wrath cannot be slowed
The devil's path has grown
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
Now you shall wait
Till the end of time
When there will be blood
And people will scream loud
They beg for their life
The dark lord shall rise
And the end is nearly here
The sands of time are gone
THE DARK MEN
Eyes like cynthia's brow
staring beyond the sky
In a ruminative refined temper
In an everlasting trance.
The men of the dark devised it
They devised the devilry journey
Like the rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
And crossed the rubicon, and ingress to
The world of inexorable tranquility
Man is now terrific
Man is bestial and blustery
Man has turned into a canal beast
O why is it so cruel
Even to the innocent?
Yes! He was not a hood
They take even the innocent away
When ravening who
To take next in this gloomy
World
Like a savage dog in
the mist of vivacious kids,
it has been in my heart,
Since he traveled to the great beyond.
The today of tomorrow have been wracked
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