Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Dark Side

Swirling pools of ruby wine
Mellowed by the hands of time.
A burning fever claims the fool,
False futures read in drowning pools.

Passing hours fill the room.
Bring forth the prophet crying doom.
Bitter gin that's mixed with gall,
The powers of Gehenna fall.

Walls of stone no longer stand.
The unseen realm conflicts with man.
Withered spirits, years long dead,
Leave books unwritten, ink unread.

Torn pages tinged with fire.
The ashes drown beneath the mire.
Green amber forms a pathway home
But silent thieves stole all he owns.

A child waits, a mother cries,
"Slay the seers! Hang their lies!"
The flowered vines no longer bloom.
Lost on the dark side of the moon.

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