Poetry Train..
Here’s a poem for you all. Stop by Rhian’s blog to see where else you can go to check out great stories, poems, songs or whatever everyone has decided to post for the Train ride today. 🙂
Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried
Sunlight finds him hidden
Flush with life again
Twilight enfolds the city
His hunt begins
He feels his anguish
He feels his pain
He tastes his flesh
Only joy to gain
Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried
Centuries have passed
Still he lives
Hiding from light
Taking what the darkness gives
Remorse had taken hold
In the emptiness of his soul
He longs for death
He longs to be made whole
Darkness over takes him
He hears a mournful sigh
He looks but sees no one
He didn’t know angels cried
His ice flesh is now ash
His soul once more free
He stands at a fork in the path
What will his choice be?
Hope everyone enjoys. Have a great Monday. 🙂
16 Responses “Poetry Train..”
His ice flesh is now ash–nice
As a vampire fan, I love this poem. Especially:
“In the emptiness of his soul
He longs for death
He longs to be made whole
His ice flesh is now ash
His soul once more free
He stands at a fork in the path
What will his choice be?”
After awhile, living becomes precious even to the undead.
Ohhh yea, you need to write this story, you could do one stanza at the begining of each chapter.
I think you’ve got the beginnings of a story here – would love to see the character fleshed out more.
Enjoyed it very much. Mine’s up too!
beautiful, i agree with the others, this would be a great story.
Very nice, I like the refrain.
It’s the repeating stanza that makes me think this, I know, but this could be a cool song.
As a poem, it’s way cool, too. Yes, I want to know the backstory — or the front story — of all this! You’ve clearly conceived a character here, TA. Run with it!
(and you thought men couldn’t conceive. HA.)
Very Beautiful!
But, I had like ten questions coming to my mind when I was finish:
-Was he dead?
-Was he watching his lover died?…
TA
Awesome! I’ve been away from everyone’s blogs to long-I’ll try to rectify that 🙂
Isn’t that John Abraham?
I think you can work this out for a greater picture. I like the way it flows. And the hope at the end.
oh…I never thought of it, but you’re right. It would fit in with Arch’s book. I’d just need to re-work a few of the lines though. Since Arch can go out in daylight. 😉 Or he wouldn’t be giving truckers blow-jobs and causing accidents.
Damn TA, I thought it might, just might, be a teaser for your dark angel story.
You’re the best. 😀
Thanks, ladies.
No, Rhian, it’s not tied to any particular story. Just something I wrote a while ago and thought I’d post it. Tried to find one with a little bit of hope at the end. 🙂
Oh, oh…wow.
oh i like this one TA! is it tied to a story you’re working on?
As always, your poems are beautiful…
Good day to you