godlessness
upon baby like sleep,
screams liketh the souls of hell...
reds the infants twilights..
and so we are peace-less.
at the white feathers heap,
like distressed old church bells.
smashes a fairytale light
brings now consciousness.
of my love insane sleeps
torments like of the witches knell
rape the tranquil nights
tears me till bitterness
of the brothers by bleed….
An allegiance warth forged held
Forgive the blacken knights
sadden till godlessness
© apoet 9.28pm 12 August 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
godlessness
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