Taint of Pity, Rev 2
dark dreams of tomorrow live within today.
cascading in colorless opaque luminescence
tree of deformity upon wispy flowing grasses
whilst vultures on the wing disappear in a haze
lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity
pious scripture camouflaged by a taint of pity
ravenous demons tempt the innocent with lies
as crosses burn brightly in the darkest mind.
the decrepit fantasies reign within hypocrisy
as a flavored sky burns with a grayish pallor.
from my open window I see a world in chaos
I see masses of people unwilling to even live
gentle creatures disappear from brown forests
animals walk on two legs stealing halcyon souls
germs spreading hate, in-cognizant of any love
lazy beg for work as garbage crops are cultivated
lonesome appear lost from open front windows
whilst the long since dead stand screaming.
A Zealot’s Rebellion
A scroll unrolled into
piercing hollow eyes;
woeful disturbed mind,
creature of the myths.
Tarnished broken halo
an icy shadowed veil
grasp a crimson heart
Raven’s laugh above.
A Book of Mirrors rife
shatters into the sky of
colored faceted jewels
cross dagger of piety.
Parchment laconic afire
while Lime Rickey’s wait
in a high shrilled voice
enchanted Faeries sing.
Hiding a lavender heart
feted pride lays waste.
Casting sword in a pyre,
zealot’s rebellion reigns.
A New Hell
I’m a lover without love;
dishonest to the honest
beautiful without beauty.
I am lost, but not alone
a victim of guilty minds.
erased by a pious faith
darkness grasping light
black knight of dreams.
I am your final icy grasp
the death rattle of vows
bubbles adrift in swells
a first step into eternity
Dark day in a New Hell.