Shadow PlayHiding in the the cracks and the places void of lightShadow Play7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching from a distance as you pull your laces tight
I am the product of the flicker emerging from your hearth
The progeny of the luminous casting darkness on your heart
I surround you while you sleep and whisper while you dream
A shadow in the night a companion unseen
You claim you do not know me but I am always there
I was witness to your conception my greatest creation
I am the master of your malice I am the urge for you to maim
I am your shadow in the dark the reflection you refuse to see
I was there when you felt like a fool
I am your darkness and you are my tool
From here to eternity I am eternally the father of lust
On white wings my my paternity
On black wings my vengeance
I the malevolent voice
The taunter of souls
I erupt and blossom
I am dusk the midway between dark and light
I usher in the night the harbinger of sleep and dreams
Where one is faced only with ones mind
I am the echo to the voice
Colors of WarSilver is the blade wielded in battleColors of War15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That separates the traitors that to the enemy tattle.
Gold is plunder called "fortune and glory"
They make the war all the more gory.
Black are the hearts of the lovers of death
Who in their hate and their malice and in blood they dress.
Crimson is the blood of warriors who fought
Who, with their own lives, the lives of others they bought.
Gray are the clouds that observe overhead
The death and despair to which these lives led.
White are the talons extending from the sky
With it comes the roar that strikes fear into those who didn't die.
Yellow is the sun that dares not show its face
That weeps from the evilness of the human face.
Blue are those who lost loved ones in the war
They are the ones to open a new lifeless door.
Green was the grass before the fighting began
It turned to crimson and darkened the land.
Orange is the flame in a funeral pyre
Those who fought turn to ash in the fire.
Purple is the cloak of the unscarred king
Sending his troops
JackIt's a quiet nightJack13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on London's streets
meaning you must be
for at this time
shady persons abound
as they walk the streets
of this fair town.
You wouldn't have worked
this long into the day
but your boss offered
some extra pay
and you desperately need
those wonderful pounds.
So you took it
and stuck longer around.
Now you pay the price
for working so late.
With every step,
you ponder your fate.
Are you going to live
or die in pain?
Will you ever see
your family again?
If you die
will it be from a gun
or a quick stab
from a sharp weapon?
Will they make it quick
to make sure it pays
or kidnap you
and drag it out for days?
Suddenly, you hear it!
A shout! A shriek!
It sounds like a friend
in a situation bleak!
Panicking, you run.
In its direction you head,
hoping that she
doesn't end up dead.
As you run,
you hear it again!
From the west end!
Throwing fear to the wind,
you run even faster,
praying you can save her
from some horrible bastard.
When you arrive at th
Nullify They pointed out you're rooting from withinNullify 19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I gave my trust to the bright facade;
It sores me to see how blind I coyld have been
AS you're decaying from failing to be God.
I ought to pity you- forgotten glory and alone;
Yet you denied your only true salvation;
A demon feeding with my darkness - a fact well-known,
You've fallen to your death for thos sweet temptation.
We shall meet again, master puppeteer,
For you'll have to pay the truth that you deceived.
Your strings of evil from me will dissappear
Free I'll be to burn all you achieved.
Fear me, for I'll put an end to you madness' flood
For I too am evil as we share the same blood.