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"The Dark Father"

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



In honour of teh bestowed title my friend jMurch has placed upon me. I thought I would write a poem and I must say the inspiration payed off I actually love it. It says alot about my dark mind.


Submitted:Feb 26, 2013    Reads: 32    Comments: 14    Likes: 6   


The dark chrysalis of rebirth

Glows with decadent desire

As I look upon a parched earth

The silver steaks of lightening

Like brush strokes on a canvas

As I am jolted into awakening

Sunlight dappled as through leaves

Blowing in the mornings yawn

Offering a sacrifice as humanity grieves

I awaken fully to a midnight hue

That is both dark and beautiful

In the presence of my followers few

As a stretch the sinews, muscle and bone

They crack like a thunderous orchestra

Awaiting arrival at my conductors throne

The faces of many who smile at my vision

Are blinded by their stupidity and awe

As I stride outward on my war of attrition

A war with the keepers of unending night

For my place at the head of unearthly mire

Against The worshipers of caring angelic light

I am the symphonic reason for silence

I am the harbinger of disease and blight

I am the smell of death and pestilence

I am "The Dark Father"





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