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THE POEM OF THE DISMAL STORM
The stars burn a little dimmer this night
Kissing me colder, I embrace the storm
The dark has embraced this man as the last among the damned
I’m soulless before the devil, I’ve nothing to offer the veil
Nothing at all but this hellbound heart and it seems I may never depart
This trail of tears and everything I see, I hear the storm’s raging voice calling me
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the seas
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The luster of oblivion calls me
And the touch of the reaper always reminds me of her
The rose I left upon her tomb remains to haunt beneath the moon
The prince of thorns became her savior, a chosen dogma did enslave her
So she slit her wrists with slivers of ice for the empty love of the lord of lies
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the skies
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The promise of oblivion will die
The sun still loves the pain of Icarus
And all our failure to conquer the worm
Faceless in my defense I cannot dream
Of a better world without the storm
I have lost the faith I kept to myself
Found a reason to exist without form
The stars burn a little dimmer this night
Kissing me colder, I embrace the storm
Cruel be the mariner who shakes his fists at the sky
I must lash against your hull lest I disappear forever
The raven will guide you to those deathly shores
Is the malice of man beget by the lightning rod?
I am lost like you, just an insect in the universe
But I will not fade away into obscurity
The dark has embraced this man as the last among the damned
I’m soulless before the devil, I’ve nothing to offer the veil
Nothing at all but this hellbound heart and it seems I may never depart
This trail of tears and everything I see, I hear the storm’s raging voice calling me
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the seas
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The luster of oblivion calls me
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Kissing me colder, I embrace the storm
The dark has embraced this man as the last among the damned
I’m soulless before the devil, I’ve nothing to offer the veil
Nothing at all but this hellbound heart and it seems I may never depart
This trail of tears and everything I see, I hear the storm’s raging voice calling me
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the seas
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The luster of oblivion calls me
And the touch of the reaper always reminds me of her
The rose I left upon her tomb remains to haunt beneath the moon
The prince of thorns became her savior, a chosen dogma did enslave her
So she slit her wrists with slivers of ice for the empty love of the lord of lies
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the skies
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The promise of oblivion will die
The sun still loves the pain of Icarus
And all our failure to conquer the worm
Faceless in my defense I cannot dream
Of a better world without the storm
I have lost the faith I kept to myself
Found a reason to exist without form
The stars burn a little dimmer this night
Kissing me colder, I embrace the storm
Cruel be the mariner who shakes his fists at the sky
I must lash against your hull lest I disappear forever
The raven will guide you to those deathly shores
Is the malice of man beget by the lightning rod?
I am lost like you, just an insect in the universe
But I will not fade away into obscurity
The dark has embraced this man as the last among the damned
I’m soulless before the devil, I’ve nothing to offer the veil
Nothing at all but this hellbound heart and it seems I may never depart
This trail of tears and everything I see, I hear the storm’s raging voice calling me
When diamonds fail to shine and love betrays
I’ll ride upon the storm above the seas
Writing this poem of the dismal grave
The luster of oblivion calls me
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 27th Dec 2017
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27th Dec 2017 2:04pm
The talent shown here alone burns the soul. I truly adore this piece. Nearly every line held depth to me.
31st Dec 2017 10:37pm
Anonymous
30th Dec 2017 2:53am
Outstanding dark Lord. I appreciate the time, effort, and journey you always display.
Beth
Beth
31st Dec 2017 10:38pm
