Description: I don't have a clue where this one came from. Forgive any mistakes, I'm in a hurry. Point them out to me and i'll fix them. :-)~~ok, revised sligtly, just to third person rather than first.
His Reign -------------------------------------------
Drifting into the darkness of day
Through shadows and ghosts of the past
Memories forged from laughter and pain
And lives and loves that have passed
Never again to feel sun on his skin
Or be embraced by its radiant heat
Damned to be cloaked in darkness
Enshrouded in lies and deceit
Wreathed with a crown of hatred and lust
Enthroned by scorn and disdain
Dressed in a robe sewn from vicious intent
These are the marks of his reign.
Encrusted in guilt and littered with strife
His very existence is wry
Bitter contempt asphyxiates joy
The conclusion existence is nigh.
this is a good poem... i like all the metaphores, gives it a good visual... well it does for me. but anyways, i like this style.. dark, a bit depressed... just what i like.. i've never read any poems like this in a while.. or well... maybe i have i just havent noticed... im going to add this one to my list..
wow... this is so dark and sad in some ways... a very brilliant write though. your imagery is amazing so dark but not depressive and over done... "Dressed in a robe sewn from vicious intent" is my fave line in this write... its a very striking image... awesome job