Raven

The Moth Diaries, Poetry
2005-03-31 21:18:49 (UTC)

Poem 38- Les Lames (8)

2005-03-31 21:14:57 (GMT)

Poem 38- Les Lames

longingly silver glints in the straightest of lines,
dripping with poison
breathing pain into a masters grip.
hold it tight, cut the nerves.
sever the asking pain.

darkness pours into the eyes,
holding so tight onto this memory
of before, of courage before.
the brave die once and death is necessary
its called for, worshiped.

clasped to a thundering pulse
held and then drawn, creating an artwork
shown only in the windows of the soul
others hold in themselves.
leeching from the source of life.

colouring the blackness, the twilight, the scorched
colouring it vermelho, cramoisi.
emptiness circles into pools of emotion,
razor sharp sunrise,
rising on a bloody night.

distinct in the subtleness
the intensity of the edge shudders through barriers,
shreds noir nights, disintigrates shadows.
brings fresh waves, intoxity of the waves,
desiring the craving and the heartbeat........

under the door to heaven.

© Lucy Griffin March05




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