Black
Is not my colour.It is red;
Blood red…
Black is nice,
Calm and understandingBut always,
Misunderstood.
No.
I'm not like that.I do not care for you
As sweet Black does.
No!
I do not like the dark;It is far too quiet for me.
No!
I yearn to be heard.I like to pierce the silence.
Zeus' thunderbolt,
Poseidon's trident,Hades' staff,
Should be my toys of destruction.
I indulge in pain,
In red-and-orange flame.
The sight of blood
Soothes me,Caresses me,
Intoxicates me…
I am a prey to pain,
To snares and demonic games.Bury your thoughts,
Hide them in your little shell,
Hide and lock them away,
Till I come for them.
Then,
My hell-hounds will howl,Break free and roam loose!
No wall or weapon
Can keep them at bay.
People,
They will tear to pieces.Aye,
And your soul too.
Rage and roar
My wrathful friend,Rage,
And let nothing hold you back!
Isn't it ironic how the poem is typed over a black background? :P Love the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it. Black is my colour, I guess, with all that it suggests.
DeleteThank you :)
I am a prey to pain,
ReplyDeleteTo snares and demonic games.
My favorite lines ;)
Good one <3
Lamis,
Black is understanding and soothing...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem indeed...
P.S. They're Hounds of God, not Hell-Hounds.. They're very proud creatures who take pride in being created that way by God, and they protect the fringe between the worlds... ;)