A Darkness To My Soul
The black abyss grabs hold,
Taking me to its soul.
Reflections of hell and beyond,
Pushing me deep and far.
Away from the light of day,
I have no need to pray.
Take me to the bottom,
Where no human has tread.
Away from humanity and light,
I have made my dark bed.
LAMENT FOR THE DEAD
Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old.
For them, we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who will save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone
Come save us.
We must atone.
THE DEAD GAME
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The clouds brush the water.
Pink blends with green.
The crooked tree prays.
But it can’t be seen.
A rower drifts alone,
Held aloft by the green.
A fantasy world held close.
But it can’t be seen.
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its rounded corners.
A place I’ve come to love and pray.
A dark and gloomy day.
I’m tempted to say, “Hey,
I’m here on vacation, you see,
I only want sunshine for me.”
The clouds are moving past.
They’re moving kind of fast.
Maybe the sun has listened to me.
A great day it will finally be.
paul caponigro
MY DEAR SUNFLOWER
Can you grow in the dark,
Or do you need a light?
I will see on a lark
If you grow in the night.
The light grows dim.
Shadows take the day.
I can see you,
Standing up to pray.
Your arms spread out wide.
Your face to the moon.
You never need to hide.
It will be the day soon.
Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t give up the fight.
I will wait each day.
Bow my head and pray.
You’ll return to me.
I can’t set you free.
I stare into the dark.
Your future will be stark.
My grimoire burns bright,
flames to a great height.
Death is coming your way.
I bow my head to pray,
“This won’t be a paradise for long,
soon you will be singing a sad song.”
THE DEAD GAME
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I stand alone.
In armies of red.
To face the night.
While others are dead.
Come no closer.
Fear my open face.
Stay away from here.
But they quicken their pace.
Tomorrow will be here soon.
l am all that is left.
Bow your heads in prayer.
Thank the gods for the rest.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 