Spirits of Darkness

by Rob   Jul 2, 2015


Cast out by the shadows that weep in the dark,
Bequeath my core to the Spirits that mourn,
Denial the decrements of societies dreams,
We were all sentenced to die, the day we were born...

Enticed by a dream they cannot out live,
Yet they work relentlessly in their attempt to survive,
Influenced only by their will to exist,
But there is not one of us here who will get out alive...

Haunted by illusions of the walking deceased,
Existence in darkness, the ultimate plan,
The enhancement of all evil encompassed within,
No more hatred from their biased senseless demands...

Abolished by the rhythmic evolution of time,
The souls of the damned will flourish within,
Tainted by the knowledge of those uninformed,
In the darkness there is peace without color of the skin...

Embraced in solitude of everlasting dark peace,
Compassion derived by the enhancement of fear,
Which manifests the Spirits of darkness who will prevail,
Enticed only by the wisdom that all the dead will come here...

The contoured flesh of alternative distinction,
A cessation coincidental to the depressed mind,
Darkness invokes a dimension for the doomed,
Where for all eternity we will be confined...

Life a deferment to the ultimate demise,
The expiration of existence of the common place end,
Death opens the door to a new destination,
Where in the darkness an infinite existence begins...

And forever we will embrace the Gothic soul,
To share an infinite existence with the Spirits of the dark,
As as each new generation ceases to exist,
We will welcome them into the darkness as soon as they part...

And only then, will there be no more tears...

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  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    I understood nothing even after I read it for the third time. I will be happy to know the hiden message. Too Dark.

  • 8 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    I really struggled to grasp this poem, and even after re-reading it and reading it out loud I still feel like I am just scratching it. It feels dark, it touches demonic, so dark poems feels exactly where this guy belongs. I appreciate your rhyming here - that is tricky to do well and not make the poem about the rhyming. Yours was done very naturally and added to the flow.

    I feel like I struggled with the 'who' of this poem. It goes from me to they to we, and in between. It is hard to figure out the "who". But then I wonder if you do that on purpose. At first talking about yourself, and then about these dark spirits that claim us after we die, and then us joining in the darkness, and then us, as part of the darkness, claiming those who die.

    There is a morbid fatalism in this poem that in some way is also. . . comforting? Like, if this is the way things are, this is what life and death means, that life is just a breath before sinking into the darkness, then I could make peace with that - you know, it would be a solid thing to know and accept as just how things are.

    It is interesting about how you talk about life, about the living. It's as if living doesn't matter, because we will all die and become part of the darkness, but to the dark the living are generally what matter, as they welcome the living into the dark.

    I would be interested in your take on this poem. I know that poetry is often full of multiple interpretations and is often left up to the reader to make meaning to it. I also know that as writers, as poets, we mean something when we put words together.

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