Tuesday 28 February 2012

The Darkness Poem

dark dark girl


Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she'll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die

But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark

Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show 

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dark dark moon


Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, don't show me your face...! 

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, no my eyes won't turn...! 

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please don't talk to me...! 

Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please please don't go away....! 



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the death of dusk




The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges -
remnants of the day.

Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet - furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.

A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape -
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain -

we have unnerved the very firmament.

But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour -
declared in a dying crow caw.


I, the hidden owl
- nemesis of claustrophobic minds -
awake! for mammal flesh -
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind

while you lie as dead in your box.