Bloodshut Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem written about over-achieving, glory and blind belief in someone.
Inspired by some Celtic Frost song, whose name I cannot recall at the moment.

Submitted: July 23, 2011

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Bloodshut eyes gleaming through the shadow,

A visage of ominous mist, so cold and pale,

The ring of steel on steel ehcoes from afar,

The cries of the dying ride the gales of the night,

 

They sang of blood, their thirst unquenched,

And the fascist plight they've glorified; he meant so much to them,

An intention set on glory, greater than all there thjey've ever had,

All had fallen so low, lying now admist the ashes and the rot,

 

The stench of engorged flesh, bleeding through the soil,

The armour of their faith, pierced and crack'd,

Blood stains the walls, where jewels once gleamed so bright,

The holiest of them all are damned, now, their cause was their fall,

 

A dark shadow upon the pale silver tear of life,

A pillar of black smoke beclouding the silvern orb, the eye of night,

The shimmer of dying pyres, distant and cold,

Enlighting the night, blackening the fading stars,

 

There is no hope, every thing is left char'd and burn't

Let the flames of funeral pyres consume, so powerful and raw,

For we are all blind, our eyes dark with the red of blood,

Yes we still see the gleam from afar,

The wanning light of death, the hollowness of life

The curse of the monarch, and his jewelled throne

 


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