Bright Demons
Midnight brings the demons fair
Formed in my mind, they linger there
Then once released, they travel far
To search out each aspiring star.
The ones who feed but never weep
The demons whisper in their sleep
Until their hearts are dry as ash
But they are young, and they are brash
Their twisting postures count for naught
For these young souls were demon-taught.
AGS 2005
1 comments:
Seren, I love the tone of your poem. Perfect gothic mood.
And now the mystery is solved - I saw a link from the site "Dark Light and Shadows" but the blog is by invitation only. Naturally I was intrigued, because I am also a big fan of the old gothic horror soap opera "Dark Shadows". At least I think I will find the same mood there as I enjoy so much.
Please invite me!
And thank you for the honor of adding my indeterminacy site to your blogroll. I will add you, too, in my next update.
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