Post by †Dead Poet† on Jul 9, 2007 17:05:44 GMT -5
One out of my hundreds of poems.
Bloody Mirrors
Almost midnight
The music box has unleashed its melodies inside the room
A cold wind is howling at my face painted in romantic gloom
Midnight
The haunters of the dark have risen out of their earthly tomb
Voices of a little child falling painfully from its mother’s womb
I knew it was about to decay tonight
Leaving midnight
The clouds have covered the ground like a widow’s secret weep
Some footsteps away a dead body is thrown to take his eternal sleep
Before dawn
The stars have now vanished from the face of the black sky of yesterday
Echoing lullabies strangled to be silenced beside the bloodstained bay
Dawn
A passing nightmare is what I lived and a heartbreaking treason
I knew I left the hall light on all the time for a reason
Copyright©Dead Poet
26.5.07
Bloody Mirrors
Almost midnight
The music box has unleashed its melodies inside the room
A cold wind is howling at my face painted in romantic gloom
Midnight
The haunters of the dark have risen out of their earthly tomb
Voices of a little child falling painfully from its mother’s womb
I knew it was about to decay tonight
Leaving midnight
The clouds have covered the ground like a widow’s secret weep
Some footsteps away a dead body is thrown to take his eternal sleep
Before dawn
The stars have now vanished from the face of the black sky of yesterday
Echoing lullabies strangled to be silenced beside the bloodstained bay
Dawn
A passing nightmare is what I lived and a heartbreaking treason
I knew I left the hall light on all the time for a reason
Copyright©Dead Poet
26.5.07
