Submissions by midevil

My thoughts return to a village pub and two frosty mugs of ale.
Half the draft was payment for a chance to hear a tale.
One looked more in need of drink and someone’s ear to lend.
Until the final drop of brew I’d stay a strangers friend.
His soulless sunken eyes revealed the truth in every word.
Still to this day his story be the most amazing ever heard.
“An illness once held this town,“ He spoke with a distant gaze.
“Restless sleep ruled our nights and misery gripped the days.
Not all were touched but those that were hopeless were their fate.
I...

The cool dark silk of evening’s vale uncloaks veneered disguise.
Shared inheritors stake their claim against the fool and wise.
Siblings of the day and lesser light seek what they despise.
Drawn by scent to taste the flesh and hear their begs and cries.
For some the hunt is only in the taking of a prize.
For others theirs is fellowship of brotherhood allies.
Mine’s before that truthful moment seen in vacant eyes.
To savor in the deadly pause of resignation and surprise.
A scant reward by those who dwell to envy and chastise.
Saved once more in...

Nothing stirs but the drifting shadows that claim what light can’t reach.
They’re parting unwilling souls whose pleas fade to whispered speech.
Rests the bedside table’s romance novel that lies sweetly to the heart.
Its crimson ribbon draped from the page betrayed a climaxed part.
A pool of wine as red as lips whose kiss pressed against the glass.
Is but one small trace of testimony to a placid evening’s past.
The songs made on warmer days whose winged creatures know so well.
Floral scented breezed dancing curtains seasons wholly way to tell.
A throne...

Because you live I now live
and why I’ve wished to die.
Tis a Purgatory of take and give
devoid of reasons why.
The wraps of love cannot make warm
a hearts that’s gone awry.
And torments the soul like a storm
that shrouds a blissful sky.
Fleeting has the truth become
eternal dwells this lie.
Within and touch each grown numb
I yearn the strength to cry.
What’s said is said what’s done is done
still we try to try.
An ending long ago begun
but time shall hell defy.
Comfort is a shared torment
the damned could...

All is done the time has come I offer up no plea.
I stand accused of a life misused and of things that shouldn’t be.
In the dark’s a light harsh and bright to a spot with in the gloom.
This empty space is the place to stand in death’s courtroom.
I hear a crowd large and loud seemingly all around.
Not a word just laughter heard and gnashing weeping sounds.
Reaching out I begin to shout to the echo of my voice.
Then it ceased said over the peace, “Behold, what foolish choice!
You’ll realize threw thine own eyes what thy soul is worth.”
Again alone...