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[center]I AM THE NIGHT
I am the night,
I witness so much hate.
My tears are like streaks of light,
My thunderous cry rumbles in the air.
My my, another soul,
just a make shift tomb remains.
Her body, now charcoal.
This happens again and again.
Let the Heavens roar!
Let my wailing winds instill fear!
I'll let down a tremendous downpour,
To see those who got caught in their own sneer.
I am the night,
sleepless,
useless,
dark and treacherous.
I am Death's companion,
cheerless
boundless
as my hope-giving stars are a wordless witness,
I can become just as traitorous.
I woe, and my piercing screams
Shakes the earth.
The infinite pain,
of those lost against their will
sure does hurts.
Tombs and graves,
dug up from land, a rest for the dead.
To the dirt, they are enslaved,
and all it can do, is suck up the bloodshed.
My blinding rays,
are like the reaper's fingers.
Reaching below to pick his prey,
strike after strike, and lingers.
I weep for the living
with my sodden skies.
I am mournfully crying,
on this dark stormy night.
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(Entered in the Stormy Night competish)
I am the night,
I witness so much hate.
My tears are like streaks of light,
My thunderous cry rumbles in the air.
My my, another soul,
just a make shift tomb remains.
Her body, now charcoal.
This happens again and again.
Let the Heavens roar!
Let my wailing winds instill fear!
I'll let down a tremendous downpour,
To see those who got caught in their own sneer.
I am the night,
sleepless,
useless,
dark and treacherous.
I am Death's companion,
cheerless
boundless
as my hope-giving stars are a wordless witness,
I can become just as traitorous.
I woe, and my piercing screams
Shakes the earth.
The infinite pain,
of those lost against their will
sure does hurts.
Tombs and graves,
dug up from land, a rest for the dead.
To the dirt, they are enslaved,
and all it can do, is suck up the bloodshed.
My blinding rays,
are like the reaper's fingers.
Reaching below to pick his prey,
strike after strike, and lingers.
I weep for the living
with my sodden skies.
I am mournfully crying,
on this dark stormy night.
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(Entered in the Stormy Night competish)
Published 19th Jul 2013
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Anonymous
10th Aug 2013 00:46am
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10th Aug 2013 00:58am
Thank You.
Just trying my best.
After all, there are soo many good writers here.
:P
Just trying my best.
After all, there are soo many good writers here.
:P
19th Oct 2013 9:43am
19th Oct 2013 11:11am
28th Jul 2015 3:24am
The darkness inherent in this poem comes out with every word that you write. It is emotional without having to convey what emotion that it is promoting.
28th Jul 2015 2:42pm
Thank you very much ChipSpice...
I'm surprised that people still comment my old poems.
I'm surprised that people still comment my old poems.
