The Sorrows
Its spine slithered, snake-like
around the corpse of my soul
Her withered tongue extracting
from life , what I had stole
Come scream!
Come scream!
For the beast must be seen!
Come swallow
THE SORROW
For there is
no tomorrow !
Such a flaying shall occur
In the pits of our despair !
Creeping, seeping
Rotting eyes weeping!
The old well draws near
Come drink of its fear!
drip
drip
dripping
Skin & flesh stripping
Light is
but a slave
to darkness
And yet…
Even the smallest flame
Can banish the darkest of shadows
A spark
to a blaze
Let slithering spines
prey upon souls
For, the flickering of hope
Like an ember waking
Of a man,
shall be his making
Stephen Gospage
Sat 2nd Jul 2022 17:28
Creepy but with salvation! Great, Stephen.