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Heaven help me,
What dark damnation came upon me as I slumbered,
What dark dismal blood drenched horrors,
Whose tight seals wrest asunder,
Claimed my mind as stock and store.
First there be fraud then folly,
Filling up an empty valley.
Then with murder in a token tally,
Filled this familiar blood-drunk valley.
Darkness came upon the sill,
Waiting, waiting,
Watching, watching,
For my bodily faith to be falling.
And his king still was calling,
Like a thousand mountains,
His words falling,
Calling, calling
For my soul to join him in dark abyss.
Them that entered were claimed away,
Further reddening that day,
Oh, so close,
But far away.
"Oh, heavenly lord! Father of all glorious things I see!"
I cried, to my knees falling, calling on my faith
And Christianity.
"Deliver us from damnation,
Those have fallen near the reddened valley floor!"
This I cried to the grayed heavens,
Then with black darkness became accosted
In words chillingly spoken.
"The listening grate of god be close'n to
To those fallen on the bloodied valley floor!
You that recognize the darkness,
Spilt a strangers blood more of more,
Belong to my master forever more!"
Hearing these words disturbingly spoken,
Cried for want or token,
Preyed to the father up above,
Wanting only divine loves token.
Silence followed,
Shrill and sharp,
With blinding deafness,
Stole my senses.
This blind silence was then broken,
With hazy voice again spoken—
"Now you fall with those soft bonds broken,
Affording only dark and dismal damned token,
Of a heart bleakly and carelessly broken!"
The darkness laughed,
Leveling his dimly shining blade at my heart.
"Now join thyself in sorrow unbroken,
With not but pain and agony's token
To carry us to the depths of hell!"
And with these words shockingly spoken,
I felt my pulse slacken,
Growing still in silence beating
Till the darkness laughed no more.
- by Marie Flamel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/07/2009 |
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- Title: Poem Of Nightmare
- Artist: Marie Flamel
- Description: I wrote this poem after i had a, well night mare. Everyone died and my world ended. Cheery, huh? Please tell me what you think but don't cut my head off please? I need it.
- Date: 11/07/2009
- Tags: poem nightmare
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Comments (5 Comments)
- SebastianStardust - 12/16/2010
- This I love, very gothic in a traditional sense. =)
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- Kitcat6363 - 10/03/2010
- That's freaking terrifying...5/5.......what a nightmare you must have had... "grate to god closed" was the worst bit for me--I'm a strong Christian......*shudders*
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- Rae Simmons - 09/22/2010
- a bit overbearing, like me... occasionally... Still a cool poem.
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- Rae Simmons - 09/22/2010
- One thing that intrigued me was the use of the word "Preyed"; where the spelling leaves the sense of an animal like hunter and prey but at the same time is used in the sense of religious devotion. I'm not sure if you intended that, but it's something to think about. Your use of repetition might have been
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- Rae Simmons - 09/22/2010
- Wow, and I thought your other poem was intense. I loved the sense of impending doom I got from this piece, and I enjoyed the way it was a little all over the place in terms of measure and pace.
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