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#79451 - 07/18/06 10:09 PM Dark Sun Rising
Jaysen Offline

Registered: 06/14/06
Posts: 680
Blood-red sun sets as he watches, watches the clouds bleed, reflecting his own wounds; each crimsoned cloud mirroring the slowly clotting streams of flesh and spirit, of mind and soul...

The shadows darken as the blood, an eerie dance of slowly writhing, thickening, copper-scented streams echoing the clotting sky without - and his spiraling death within - and the night becomes absolute... absolute as he sits in black despair, sitting silently at the window, staring into the abyss of eternity and death, of taunting spectres, desolation, and cold bitter winds echoing the supplications of dying, forgotten dreams...

Apparitions swirl out of the depths, tormented nightmares bearing searing pain... angry maddened eyes driving iron-hard fists into his flesh, rending, tearing body and soul as blood and spirit stream silently, unheeded, wasted...

Lust-hardened hands groping, invading, violating his body and mind, uncaring, cold, merciless satiation as the child's soul shrivels and despairs beneath the onslaught...

Knives flashing cold and brilliant, artfully applied, cunningly, efficiently wielded to extract
maximum pain with little damage to his flesh -
yet direful agony to his soul...

Ropes binding, suffocating... his head held still,
his eyes forced open to see, to watch , watching the fists pound, hands violate, knives pierce -
and watching pain-filled haunted hollow eyes looking back crying why, why...

Dawn comes...
His haunted, lifeless eyes look out the window
into the morning mists... seeing not the birth of another day, but only the dawn of another cycle of despair, pain, suffering, and death... seeing only that final Abyss patiently, quietly waiting,
waiting inexorably for his last tattered remnants of hope to flutter away, ashlike, in the winds of ultimate despair...

The sun rises... and he surrenders to the abyss,
consumed by the Dark Sun rising...

#79452 - 07/19/06 12:43 AM Re: Dark Sun Rising
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA

I am so sorry bro. It's a miracle you are even able to describe all this in your poem. It's a terrible and painful read. I am so sorry.

Much love,

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

#79453 - 07/19/06 11:39 PM Re: Dark Sun Rising
Jaysen Offline

Registered: 06/14/06
Posts: 680
Thank you Larry, it's the only way I can get it out, I can't talk about any other way, but through poetry it flows differently. Hard to explain. I've never gone back and read anything I've posted here, don't think I can.


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