"The Dark Father"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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: February 26, 2013

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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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