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The Man Behind the Chaos
A hint of fire beneath the eyes
Joyous laughter amidst the fray
Reveling in the day when order dies
Indulging in the social decay
The insoluble figure stands amidst the rubble
When brother betrays brother
The adjudicater breathes their last breath
Losing the love of a mother
An age when death begets death
He draws closer, though far from defined
Screams echoe in desolate streets
Listen, and hear the dragging of chains
The stranger delights in these treats
He controls the chaos, holding war's reigns
Under the cloak, my face is stowed
Reminding me of a dream I wish would stay dead
Joyous laughter amidst the fray
Reveling in the day when order dies
Indulging in the social decay
The insoluble figure stands amidst the rubble
When brother betrays brother
The adjudicater breathes their last breath
Losing the love of a mother
An age when death begets death
He draws closer, though far from defined
Screams echoe in desolate streets
Listen, and hear the dragging of chains
The stranger delights in these treats
He controls the chaos, holding war's reigns
Under the cloak, my face is stowed
Reminding me of a dream I wish would stay dead
Published 12th Oct 2023
Author's Note
This poem has an interesting backstory. It recounts the details of a dream I had, many years ago. It was so surreal and terrifying that I will never forget it. And funnily enough, it is what influenced my name on this site.
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12th Oct 2023 10:27am
That does sound like a scary dream!
Reading it was a dark delight.
I always wondered how you came up with your name, lol - cool.
Reading it was a dark delight.
I always wondered how you came up with your name, lol - cool.
12th Oct 2023 12:57pm
Even though it was a dream I wish never to experience again, at least a name came out of it lol.
Neatly constructed.
Essentially a sonnet, but with a couple of stand alone lines for scene separation to enhance the ominous ambience while maintaining the respect for stanzaic ratio and proportion.
Essentially a sonnet, but with a couple of stand alone lines for scene separation to enhance the ominous ambience while maintaining the respect for stanzaic ratio and proportion.
12th Oct 2023 12:59pm
A sonnet wasn't my intention, but a happy accident no less. With most of my poems the words just flow, and it's structure is an afterthought.
12th Oct 2023 2:33pm
Happy accidents are good; perhaps an innately subconscious thing.
Or dare I say...talent?
Great poem either way:)
Or dare I say...talent?
Great poem either way:)
13th Oct 2023 7:12am
