I bow my head at what I’ve become,
deep, dark death, a fallen one
oozing onyx blood and tears
presaging deathly fears
on winged journey
from a bedimmed army
I arrive dripping tears,
onyx daggers icing prayers
crescent wings enfolding visceral fears
we depart together
immortal soul and dark angel
to another sphere
Copyright 2017 by E. Denise Billups
Art: Courtesy of Pinterest
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So dark and moody; maybe an ode to depression?
Hahaha! Not really. The picture actually captured my attention and I wondered why she was bent over and took the story from there. I needed a deviation from the ordinary today. 🙂
Dark and beautiful 🙂
Thanks, Vivian! I enjoyed your work as well today.
First two lines are amazing ‘I bow my head….’
Thanks Anku! I just check out your site . Love your poetry!
Thanks alot! I’m Glad that you like it.
First two lines are amazing
‘I bow my head…’👍👌
Can i follow you?
Anku, no need to ask 🙂 I just followed you, so please do the same.
Thank you! 😄
🙂
Love this.
Thank you!! 🙂