Beyond Darkness

A weary soul, a child’s joy,

the end of the desert where hope lies.

The goddess of serenity he finally sees,

yet behind her dress darkness hides.

***

The sky turns burgundy, and thunders roar.

A heart that trembles, eyes that implore.

With a final will, he stands in the storm.

The finale begins, yet, his heart is torn.

***

No more can he resist, the darkness encloses.

Wounded and sick on a bed of red roses.

The air smells thick, a spirit decays.

Beyond melancholy his voice prays.

 ***

Near dark his music begins,

sweet and solemn yet no one hears.

Most delicate his senses, fragile his defences.

Flowers he grow, with blood and tears.

Those flowers fade, in a winter night.

A summer’s sun cannot bring him light.

***

Beyond darkness few travellers return,

for the edge of darkness is the gate of hell.

A traveller’s mind in darkness learns,

nothing but the coldness in which he dwells.

A broken path, shattered words

In a whirlpool I fell with a remorseful curse.

Beyond darkness I lost all senses.

The mirage of heaven, distant fences.

A candle light, I walk on.

Beyond emptiness, a bitter song.

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Published in: on 14/12/2014 at 7:40 PM  Leave a Comment