Sunday, 1 July 2012

The Dark Side

the dark side lies
where the raven flies
at dusk
and rises at dawn
where dreams are born
from bones and dust
and naught is as it seems
where love and lust
are blurred
and promises slurred
by unwept tears
there secrets hide
defiling the years
like quiescent embryos
they cling to the dark side
while paranoia echoes
©Rose

9 comments:

  1. what a super piece.
    I love 'bones and dust'

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  2. ssshhhhhh....tiptoe....whisper....it's scary here.

    Great, great pic Rose!

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  3. Fascinating, deep imagery in this poem, Rose! Thank you for sharing it!

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  4. Wow!
    This is so deep...and dark.
    It draws me in to that place where reality is fluid and nothing is as it seems.

    Wonderful, Rose. Just wonderful :)

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  5. Gnome, Boo!!
    You're such a scardy cat :p
    Thanks :)

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  6. Ygraine,
    thank you for your wonderful comment. the dark side where all the naughty deeds are burried :)
    sometime I wonder if everything is as it seems heheh.

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